PV: @Donnovan Perrywinkle

<sub>The second-year Gryffindor walked into the store, pushing the red door closed as he did. With a slight chck! it finished closing and Emile stepped inside fully. He stopped for a second to stare out the window at the people passing by. People of all shapes and sizes zoomed past outside. Tall hats, short hats, no hats, etc. He took out his notebook and quickly scribbled some of the details noticed down. The window was huge, and it made the entire store seem a lot more open. This was probably an important part of the store, as it was quite cluttered with toys and different types of items. 

After he finished his people watching, he finally looked around the store. This wasn't his first time in the store, but he had only come to Wheezes about twice during his time at Hogwarts. He had either been trying to keep up with school work, hiding in his dorm, or out with friends. Even when he came to Diagon Alley, it was only to get some snacks or money. He didn't make it a big point to stop in the shop whenever he was here...He just didn't have the time to do it. When looking at the store now, he regretted that decision. Every wall was covered in potions, toys, and things that he didn't even think could exist. 

As his notebook was still in his hand, he quickly got his pencil out and started to write everything happening down. How he felt in the store, how other people looked in the store, the items, workers, how the air was, what the temperature was like, and more. He wanted to get the best idea possible of the store that he could. You never know what an 11-year-old could do with this type of information in a book. 

Emile walked further into the store, stopping every-so-often to look at one of the many intriguing items. He stared at chocolate frogs, love potions, etc for about 20 minutes. He then decided he shouldn't waste his time doing that. "Focus!" He said under his breath. Though he said it quietly, he still looked around just in case anyone had heard him. Everyone in the store seemed to busy with what they were looking at or playing with to care. Emile sighed a sigh of relief. 

What had Emile come to do? Well, it certainly wasn't to look at toys. He came here to get information for his book. He wanted to do some sort of interview to see how people felt with things to play with or use. After he had gone to his dorm for all those weeks, he had almost..changed. He didn't feel as much like himself as he used to. He felt not as happy. Not as enthusiastic. It was strange. Emile wondered what had happened to him. He sighed. 

Suddenly, he felt his vision shift. He was..falling? He hadn't registered what was happening until he opened his eyes from the floor.  He blinked a bit then slowly stood up, wincing a bit as he stared at his arm. He knew that was going to bruise. Though, it was his fault he hadn't been paying attention. Whoever bumped into him just now would now be overflowed with apologies. 

Without even seeing who the person was, Emile already had a worried look on his face. He peered at the other person. "Are you okay? I'm so sorry I bumped into you. I was invested in my notebook and I guess I walked into you..or maybe you walked into me? I don't know, but I'm okay. The real question is if you're okay. Are you?" He said, finishing finally. "Oh. Sorry. I didn't mean to ramble." He mentally slapped himself. He had just knocked someone down and was talking. Shut up, Emile. You dumbo. Emile wondered how the other person was feeling, though.</sub>

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Donny loved to venture off the grounds of Hogwarts. As amazing as the grand castle was, and the astronomy tower, he couldn't help but yearn to see what Diagon Alley had to offer. The shops, the people, the brooms! The brooms. He loved Quidditch, and he had just recently signed up for the team. But instead of goggling at broom today, he though he'd venture into the wonders of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. This was the best prank shop in town. Well...the only prank shop. But still-it was truly amazing. He'd come here once before to purchase a dung bomb, but that was smelly enough to be lingering in his dorms. 

This time, he'd love to find the perfect snack. Or maybe just, look around? He didn't know, he was really just bored to be completely honest with himself. It was just after he'd entered the shop to go look at the Peruvian instant darkness powder, when he found himself slipping on a dung bomb, and falling right into another boy. The boy continued to apologize, quite awkwardly in fact for no reason, for it was Donny's fault. 

"Er-sorry! My fault!" Donny replied, getting up and brushing himself off. "Pew!" Whoever left that out-we're trading beds tonight!" he said, looking at his shoes. "Yuck!" he didn't want to sleep in a room that smelled like a dung bomb again. He looked back up at the boy, trying not to laugh. "My-my name is Donny!" he said grinning, holding his hand out.     

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(sorry for the late response!)

<sub>Standing up, Emile fixed his now messy hair and straightened out his robes. He quickly picked up his notebook and shoved it into his robes like he usually would and looked worriedly at the other. He felt like he recognized him a bit. But what from...Were we in a club together? He pondered, searching his mind for some sort of way to recall. Maybe he was just going crazy. This wasn't very unusual, as Emile could be described as a crazy and mental person. Maybe that was a bad thing. Maybe Emile didn't know what to think. Either way, he was getting caught up in his emotions and shook himself out of it, turning back to the person in front of him. He stared at him for a moment, taking in what seemed to be a large grin. Emile felt a million times more relieved than he had when he was on the ground. This time, he made a huge effort to get out of his head and talk to this seemingly kind human being!

"Er-sorry! My fault! Pew! Whoever left that out-we're trading beds tonight! Yuck!" He said, talking about the dung bomb. Til this moment, Emile hadn't noticed what the nasty smell was. He had been a bit too invested in aplogizing. He quickly covered his nose andstarted to violently wave the air in an attempt to somehow get all of the smell out. He knew in his head that this was probably not going to work. Though he took a deep breath of the clean air he had trapped in his hand and hoped for the best. He decided he would get used to the smell at some point. It wasn't like this kids on his block had never pulled a prank on him.  "My-my name is Donny!" The other said, putting out his hand.

"God, you're right. It smells like my Gram's chili in here. And that is saying something." Emile couldn't help but laugh at his little joke. It reminded him of the horrid smell he would walk into every now and then. It only happened during summer so that Emile and his family could eat outside to mask the smell of the chili. It was good, but it smelled like manure. He focused back on the student in front of him. He took his hand after finishing his statement and gave it a good shake. Emile felt it was a nesecary thing to do in this type of situation. First impressions are key in Emile's mind. 

"It's nice to meet you, Donny. Though maybe it could have been in better, un-smelly circumstances. I hope they don't make us pay for it. I'm Emile, by the way." He said, smiling back at Donny. And really, he didn't want to spend money on this. He assumed the workers wouldn't (just cause they seemed nice), but you never know in the wizarding world.

"Hey, have we met somewhere before? I feel like I've seen you or known you before. Maybe a club? Maybe I just see you around the hallways. I'm not sure." Emile questioned Donny.</sub>

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Donny smiled as the boy took his hand firmly into a shake, laughing his joke about the chili. Emile. That name rang a bell, didn't it? "Emile? I have seen you somewhere--at the explorers club meeting? Last year!" he remembered smiling at the warm face. The explorers club took place at the great lake last year, which did end up in Donny's ultimate failure when he fell, INTO the lake. Hopefully Emile didn't remember that part though. 

"I do remember you!" Donny said, covering his nose now that the excitement calmed down. The dung bomb seemed to linger. He grinned and offered a suggestion. "Wanna move over there maybe?" he said, pointing to a shelf at the other side of the shop. He didn't perhaps, wish to be caught with the dung bomb under his heel. "Better safe than sorry!" he said, pinching his nose and laughing.

He moved over to the side, hoping Emile would follow. A found the corner with Exploding Bon Bons. "So, what brings you here?" he asked, taking his pet rat Spot out of his pocket as he began to stroke his fur.  He knew Emile was a fairly good friend to others...

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<sub>"Emile? I have seen you somewhere--at the explorers club meeting? Last year! I do remember you!" Donny said, realizing that Emile had attended the meeting! To Donny's hope, Emile only vaguely remembered someone falling into the lake. He didn't remember who it was, but he did remember that it had been someone. He suspected it could have been Isaac or one of the other girls who had agreed with him about wanting to meet the Giant Squid. After being in his dorm for so long, Emile didn't quite remember the most about what his life was filled with beforehand. Even so, he could still remember that the day of the cub was extremely fun and he got tons of material he could use for his book. It was a helpful and great day. He wished that he had kept going to the meetings and experienced more. That was something he resented himself for doing. Either way, he was in a conversation. Get out of your head! "Yeah! I was at the meeting. It was a lovely time. I knew I recognized you from somewhere!" He smiled widely at Donny, who he assumed would be his new friend! (Or at least he hoped.)

"Wanna move over there maybe? Better safe than sorry!" Emile also plugged his nose and nodded quickly, signaling that he did want to get out of that area. This was because of the smell, but also because he did not want to have him or Donny pay for what had happened. "Yes, let's get out of here. I don't want either of us to have to pay the repercussions if you know what I mean. I have better things to spend my money on." Emile said, chuckling and thinking about the cat he wanted. He thought it would be a good idea to have another animal around. Maybe he could talk to them? He was an animal himself, technically. 

"So, what brings you here?" Donny asked. When Emile saw Donny take his rat out, his eyes probably sparkled a little bit like they did when he was interested in something. He loved all animals and this rat was no different. He was taken aback for a moment and didn't answer, then caught himself. "Sorry. And, I'm not sure. Just looking around. I don't come here often, so I thought today would be a good chance to come! What are you doing here? And what's your rat's name? He sure is cute. Or she, if it's a she." The Gryffindor responded.</sub>

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Donny smiled as Emile spoke of the club meeting he distinctly remembered. It was good to know that somebody enjoyed it as much as he did! "Yeah, I sure don't have enough sickles for that!" Donny agreed, as the two walked over towards the corner of the shop, away from the rancid smell. Donny saw as Emile goggled at his rat. 

"What, this ugly old thing?" Donny said, grinning and lifting up his rat. "The name is spot by the way. See the spot just there on his left eye? Yeah, ugly name isn't it? But he's okay for company I guess." Donny replied, shrugging at the compliment. "I didn't quite have the money for the cat it wanted. But we can't all have what we want, can we?" Donny said, thinking about his trip to the Magical Menagerie. He wondered what animals Emile fancied.

"What would you prefer, had you the galleons that is?" Donny asked inquisitively, stroking Spot's grey fur. He did love animals himself, though his real favorites were still back home in England. As he talked to Emile, he looked around at the shop. He saw all the cool pranks, the Peruvian instant darkness powder, the wizard firecrackers. They all looked interesting...very interesting. He zoned back into time, looking at Emile once more...    

Interacting with: @Donnovan Perrywinkle

<sub>"What, this ugly old thing?" Donny said, referring to his pet rat. Emile was a bit taken aback and struggled to answer. He had never had a pet, so he didn't know what was a usual commentary about one's pet. Maybe it was like a sibling type thing. Though, Emile didn't know about that either. Only child. Never had a pet. He sighed. He had a lot to learn about these types of things. "The name is spot by the way. See the spot just there on his left eye? Yeah, ugly name isn't it? But he's okay for company I guess." Donny finished, and Emile looked at the rat. He did see the spot, but Emile thought it was kind of endearing in its way. He smiled at Spot, even though he knew Spot wouldn't smile back, and then turned back to Donny, still smiling.

"I think it's a lovely name. It suits him well! And yes, I'm sure it's nice to have some company." Emile said, nodding once more. "I didn't quite have the money for the cat it wanted. But we can't all have what we want, can we?" Donny said, and Emile absolutely understood. For as long as he could remember, he had wanted his own cat. His Gram had a cat named Tofu, and even though it hated his Pop, Emile remembered all the lovely rainy days he would spend with Tofu reading or writing a book. He was absolutely a cat person, and he was very thankful that cats were allowed at Hogwarts. He was saving up for a cat at the moment. He had tried to find many ways to get work and more money, but every time his schoolwork had gotten in the way. Emile had decided that his school was important now because if he did well he could get a lot of money later. And then he would for sure be able to buy a cat! He smiled to himself and nodded slightly, making up this plan. He then realized he was in his head again. He widened his eyes and then got back into the conversation, coming back at just the right time. 

"What would you prefer, had you the galleons that is?" Donny questioned, petting Spot. Emile pondered. "Well, I would get a cat. I've always wanted a cat. I have a good experience with them because my Gram owns one back home. Though, he hates my Pop. Either way, I'd want a cat! I don't really care what breed, but I would want to have a good relationship with them. I'd like to rescue a cat, but I'm not sure how to do that through the Magical Menagerie. I hope some of the cats are rescues. That would be nice." Emile said.

He looked around the store as well, noticing a clerk going up to their dung bomb mess. He winced. "So what cat would you want? Oh..oh. Uh..Donny? Do you think they know it's us?" He asked, his voice quivering slightly.</sub> 

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Donny blinked as Emile put his attention on the shopkeeper, who seemed to be investigating their little dung bomb, "Mishap". "-Oh..oh. Uh..Donny? Do you think they know it's us?" He said, pointing at the shopkeeper, who looked about middle aged. Donny's nerves sent a surge of nervous energy down his back, and through his fingers. His eyes darted around as he looked for a possible diversion. "Not yet?" Donny suggested, as he gripped his wand, and bit his lip. "Oh, no-" Donny said. He saw what he didn't want to see. The shopkeeper was asking around, and a little girl with red pigtails pointed a fat finger in their direction.

He exchanged looks with Emile. "I think he's onto us!" he whispered shrilly. He was really on edge now. The shopkeeper slowly came up to the two, looking down confusedly at them under his glasses. 

"Did you two little fellas make that mess?" he inquired, pointing a finger an inch from Donny's nose. Little fellas? They sure weren't little. Donny moved slowly towards Emile, trying to work up something in his mind. "What do we do?" he whispered, clenching his teeth and gripping his wand. Donny was scared, but he was ready, just not financially. 

So sorry for the late response!!! I finally finished finals :,) @Donnovan Perrywinkle

<sub>Emile turned his attention exactly where Donny was looking. There was a shopkeeper. And he was looking right at him and Donny. Well! Thought Emile, gritting his teeth slightly. This is a lovely way to start a friendship. Even so, Emile wasn't sure that the shop keeper knew that it had been him and Donny. There was the possibility of the shop keeper just cleaning it up and no one would ever know. He and Donny could be on their jolly ways and never have to deal with the situation. "Not yet?" Donny suggested. Emile nodded slightly at him. 

Unfortunately, that is not what happened at all. The shop keeper started to ask around, going from person to person. Emile saw many people shrug or shake their heads, which made him feel a bit more at ease. This was until a little girl pointed a finger in their direction. "Merde!" He mumbled under his breath, which was a french swear.  It was always those little girls! He cursed her for being in the shop at this exact time. "Oh no-" Donny said, and Emile turned his worried face towards the shop keeper slowly. What was going to happen to them?! Would they be sent to jail? Would they have to join some sort of cult and go away from society forever? Would his book never come out? As questions ran through his 11-year-old mind, the shopkeeper made his way over even faster, and Donny's next word brought him out of his thoughts. 

"I think he's onto us!" Donny said quickly. He could hear the extreme amount of worry in his voice. Emile simply nodded. He couldn't seem to get words out of his mouth at this moment. He was going to have to though because the shop keeper was right in front of them! "Did you two little fellas make that mess?" HE asked, a slight rude tone in his voice. Emile tightened up, looking at Donny for something to do or say. 

"What do we do?" Donny whispered. Emile didn't have any ideas either. He decided to improvise. He raced his mind for something to say without sounding too stupid. He thanked God that the muggle thing called security cameras were not present in the wizarding world.

"Uh..well..what mess are you talking about exactly? We just got into the store. Right...uh..Sam?" Emile asked, seeming innocent as possible. He decided it would be better to use fake names. Donny was now Sam. If he thought they were little kids that might somehow help their cause. He hoped Donny was not thinking of giving their names because that could constitute some trouble back at Hogwarts. He also noticed Donny has his wand out, and Emile felt his in his pocket as well. Who knows? They might have had to make a run for it. 

"The one right there? The dung bomb? Don't play dumb with me, kiddos, no one has to get hurt here, okay?" The shop keeper responded, his words filled with venom.</sub>

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"The one right there? The dung bomb? Don't play dumb with me, kiddos, no one has to get hurt here, okay?"

The words sliced Donny's last nerve. They couldn't get in trouble for a simple, what-a Dung-bomb? And He didn't have the money to reimburse the guy for a simple mistake. "Look mister, we don't mean any trouble, but-" Donny began, but he was cut off by the cold hearted words. "You'll pay your dues kid! You'll need to learn this later in life-now hand it over!" he said coldly, grabbing for Donny's satchel. 

Donny had only one choice, and it may land him even more trouble, but stubborn was his middle name. He looked at a cabinet filled with gags, and pranks. Donny pushed passed the keeper, and raised his wand, taking one short look back at Emile. Adrenaline rushed through him, but it felt good for once.

"Diffindo!" he cast, the cabinet blasting open. Boxes of fireworks exploded in wonderful colors and sparks all around the shop, grabbing the attention and screams of bystanders. Vials of Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder exploded, leaving a black cloud of smoke, blocking the keepers inevitable view of Donny. Donny looked back, and grabbed Emile's hand, leading him forward. "Lumos!" he chanted, the tip of his wand changing into an orb of soft light.

He ran through the smoke, and ducked under the rockets of remaining fireworks. "We gotta get outta here!" he yelled back at Emile. But there were too many bystanders in the way of the door, crowding any chances of their timely escape. "S**t!" Donny cursed under his breath. The smoke was almost clear, and fireworks were igniting like dominoes. The shopkeeper yelled under coughs. "Get back here you little-BASTARDS! You trolls are paying for this! *Coughs*" he yelled, almost too quiet for the screams and fireworks in the background. "What now!?" Donny asked, squinting at Emile...