Summer Ice Cream Open

Prometheus didn't like eating ice cream in summer. It was always too warm outside for him to want to freeze his guts inside, it was like a sunburn to him. Plus, it would melt quickly and become sticky. Despite those thoughts, he didn't absolutely hate it, but he certainly was not one to go far out of his way for the sole purpose of eating ice cream.

Though evidently, it appeared that no one else in his family shared those thoughts, because he was cousin-napped earlier in the day, and got dragged along all the way to Diagon Alley by his cousins for the sole purpose of eating ice cream.

Diagon Alley was usually bustling and full of excitement, which was something he really got into sometimes... But not really so much today. He was tired, and didn't feel like shopping around with his rowdy cousins. To that, they told him it was OK, and he didn't have to hang out the whole time as long as he would get ice cream with them. And that they would pay.

The last part was a good selling point, which was how he found himself right outside Florean Fortescues' Ice Cream parlour, squinting through the window to try and look at the flavors. Wait, am I reading that right...? They have brownies!! I'll ask Nevaeh to get me that one, then...! Thought Prometheus happily.

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As it turned out, the brownies at Florean's were adorned beautifully. With vanilla ice cream.

Prometheus didn't mind that the brownie had ice cream, in fact, he loved them, usually. But usually, they were on a plate. Or in a bowl. Or at least, he would have napkins when eating it... Of those things, he had none, and the very cousins who had bought the ticking ice cream brownie bomb in his hands had fled the scene to go enjoy the bustling environment with their own melty treats.

He looked into the shop for a napkin dispenser, but decided that the one newborn inside was still one too many to risk going inside and probably breaking his ears. Instead, he moved away from the window area of the shop and looked around the colourful area in search of...

What, stray napkins? No, that's gross. Maybe an empty bench...? I could sit and actually eat carefully then, without worrying about getting bumped into... Just as he was thinking about it, he spotted a bench near the storefront. It was shaded by a patterned umbrella, and it looked like...

Someone's already sitting there. Crap. December bit the inside of his cheek nervously as he thought, before he decided to walk up to the bench. There was a boy already there, pale and brunet with neatly cut hair. He looked maybe a smidgen older than Prometheus himself, and was sitting on one side of the bench, leaving enough space that another person could sit there. Theoretically... Well, I'd rather not have ice cream melted all over me...

Prometheus made his way over until he was standing next to the vacant side of the shaded bench, and raised a hand in greeting to the boy on the other side. "Is someone sitting here?" He asked, gesturing to the empty bench spot.

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