Killian Row

July 09, 2023 10:49 PM
Killian was on clipboard duty today. He did try to take any jobs he could off of the deputy headmistress'/his boss'/his basically mother-in-law's hands and clipboard duty seemed like a small thing to take but it was time consuming. He had run through the usual spiel - those who were comfortable and wished to do so could travel to Tumbleweed by portkey, others were welcome to use the enchanted vehicles which could fit too many students and drive too fast and suddenly warp into Tumbleweed - and was now waiting to check off names and shout over heads to ensure no one snuck off on their own.

"Please know that shop owners have been forewarned of our trip today and any reports back to the school of inappropriate behavior will be taken seriously," he had reminded students before they warped away and now that they were arriving, many of them horribly motion sick, he was glad he hadn't waited until they arrived. He was only reminding them periodically of things like "stay with a buddy," and "there will be staff and faculty around town if you need any help."

The town of Tumbleweed was unplottable because it physically didn't exist any singular place, but Killian would have sworn that the actual layout of the town was unplottable too. An ice cream shop that had been there a few decades previously was a coffeeshop now, and the old Quidditch store had moved up the lane a ways. Robes and gowns were glimmering in the windows of an apparel store and cauldrons gleamed even brighter beneath hang-drying herbs in the window of the apothecary. A man with a hippogriff on a lead was making his way through town when he caught sight of the students, stopped quickly, and led the hippogriff away from any possible people for it to bite.

Students would have to use their own funding to supply any Ball accoutrements, although there were usually a few odd relics around the school if anyone truly had no way to acquire something suitable. Class supplies were abundantly available at the school but some students preferred higher quality or less worn versions and he was sure the apothecary and bookstore both would be earning their coin today.

The Quidditch pitch was empty today, no exhibit or game occuring, but there was always the possibility of a pick-up game if enough people were interested. In fact, Killian had even seen wizards and witches in towns like these take up games of foot Quidditch - functionally the same as football except they punched each other since they didn't have bludgers and the snitch was a guy in his skivvies running away from the seeker - but he doubted that would happen today with so many minors about. At least he hoped not. Merlin, if he saw a single pair of skivvies today...

He returned to checking off names on the clipboard, doing his best to make his boss/basically mother-in-law/friend proud.
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Donovan Peters

July 25, 2023 4:38 PM
Normally, Donovan would balk at what was essentially a 'shopping spree', but this year he was on a mission. Despite his best efforts, he hadn't managed to ask Misty to the ball. It was weird, the way that every time he spoke to her, he would think about asking, but then when he went to actually say the words, his mouth wouldn't make the words. And then his brain was yelling at his mouth to say the words, and his mouth was like, man, is it dry or is it dry?

People were starting to pair off for the end-of-year event, and Donovan worried that someone would ask Misty before he worked out his brain-to-mouth issues, so he was determined that today was The Day. He would go get a soda or something first thing for his stupid dry mouth, and then go find Misty. It wasn't until everyone was gathered around Mr. Row that he realized that he could just snag Misty as a cohort and they could tromp around town together.

Once Mr. Row was done telling them to behave, they finally got to leave. Donovan opted for Portkey, thinking that it would seem more wizard-y than a car. Landing was rough, walking afterwards was dizzying, but it passed fairly quickly and he looked around for Misty.

Spotting her behind Leo's stupid fat head...okay, it wasn't stupid or fat, but Leo's hair was poofy and it was in his line of sight; Donovan passed up his towheaded friend and instead linked his arm through Misty's.

"Hey, how about some ice cream?" he asked, thinking it might help with the sudden flush in his cheeks. Had his heart been pounding that fast when he'd landed, or was this a maddeningly audible thump, thump that signaled something else?

Sure, Misty was great, and overall a pretty good option to ask to the ball. She was a really good figure skater, and she was cute and funny. And sure, sometimes Donovan did or said dumb stuff just so she'd smile. But that didn't mean he was in love with her. So what if her giggles turned his insides to goo? Twelve years old was far too young to be in love, anyway. They were just really, really good friends.

At least, that's what he told himself.
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Misty Brockert

August 05, 2023 12:29 PM
Misty didn’t really have much of a plan for the day going into the Tumbleweed trip. Really, it was pretty rare for Misty to plan much of anything; she tended to get by flying by the seat of her pants. At most, she thought she might peruse some of the dress shops, but she wasn’t planning on buying anything today. She wanted to go with Mama over break so that her mom could see what a big girl she was growing up to be. Plus, she was pretty sure it was the only Ball that Gwendolyn would get to attend because of the four year rotation of the midsummer events, and even if Mama didn’t say it out loud, it was probably pretty special to her for the girls to all go together.

The second year also hadn’t planned out who she’d be wandering Tumbleweed with, either. She was always happy to trail along behind her sister, but she tried not to do that too too much so that Gwendolyn could have her own life and friends here and not always feel obligated to look out for her little sister all the time.

She portkeyed in with her head mostly empty, which was good for portkey travel anyway - just like with figure skating, when you did a lot of spinning, it was best to keep your mind empty so all those thoughts didn’t get rattled around. So when her very cute friend Donovan asked her if she wanted to get ice cream, she was more than happy to follow along. “Okay!” she agreed enthusiastically.

“I love ice cream,” she commented as they headed toward it. “What’s your favorite kind? Mine is mint chocolate chip!”
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Donovan Peters

August 22, 2023 12:19 AM
Step one, complete. Misty was fine with getting ice cream. Although, thinking about it, Donovan wasn't sure he'd want to hang out with someone who wasn't on board for ice cream at any given time.

That wasn't the case though, so Donovan steered his partner towards the shop. He was slightly less nervous as he chatted with Misty. It was just like any other day, except they weren't at school, and pretty much had run of the town so long as they stuck together and stayed out of trouble.

"Rocky Road, definitely," he answered her question, "It's got everything, nuts, marshmallows, chocolate- what's not to love?"

After they'd each received their ice cream over the pink-striped counter, Donovan turned to his companion.

"Say, Misty-" how on earth did his tongue feel heavy? He plucked the cherry off the top of his ice cream and set it on top of hers. He didn't much care for cherries. "Would you want to go to the ball with me?"

The question hung for a moment. Donovan didn't know if it would be rude or not to lick his ice cream before receiving an answer, and it started to drip down the side of the cone. Regrettably, he'd forgotten to grab a napkin.
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Misty Brockert

September 10, 2023 11:52 AM
Rocky road was definitely a good answer too, Misty thought. Both that one and mint chocolate chip had, like, chocolate chips and stuff in them, which was most of what Misty liked about her favorite too. If it was just mint, that’d be too much mint. Like brushing your teeth. But also, regular chocolate chip needed to be spiced up a little, so that was where the mint came in. A perfect combination.

She was prepared to pay for her own ice cream, not sure if this was a date or what kind of customs Donovan really had in that regard. She also didn’t really know what kind of money he had to know if this was like a budgeted excursion from his parents. Not to be presumptuous, but it was usually a safe bet that Misty’s family had more money than other people, so she tried to be conscious of that. Still, she didn’t really care either way, so when it was time for the exchange of currency, she took his cue but held her bag close for access to her wallet.

But then very quickly, she forgot all about that stuff. She didn’t even notice the ice cream beginning to drip down Donovan’s hand (although if she had, she would have realized how glad she was that she opted for a bowl instead of a cone).

“Would you want to go to the ball with me?”

Misty’s whole face lit up, and she tried to repress the urge to scream. The sound in her throat reached a compromise with her, making its escape as a slightly less piercing squeal. “Yes!!” she exclaimed once she was able to form words again. “I would love that!”
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