Bitter sweet.

[Clover Sheppard]

Clover skipped her way down to Brightstone village, cheerful as she had a weekend away from school where her family had let the blonde stay home as opposed spending her weekend off at school, bored to death and ending up sleeping the entire time after finding nothing else to do. Luckily she had the chance to go shopping instead, and stock up on her favourite candies before she returned back to school. A normal teenager would have been shopping for clothing or love potion, whatever normal teenagers shopped for, but Clover's childish mind had drawn the blonde to Honey dukes instead, anxious to satisfy her raging sweet tooth. Clover had already eaten a tray of cookies before leaving home, however her craving for sweets went further than just a few cookies. Some would say the amount Clover ate was unhealthy, and that eventually she would end up being fat, but the amount of activity she had between practising her flying, playing soccer with her cousins, and running around in general had the witch at a healthy balance, all she needed was a few more sweets to tide her over until the end of the school year. Honeydukes was her favourite sweet store, and had been since she was just a tiny toddler totting around holding her mother's hand, so as soon as the blonde was in need of some sweets, Honeydukes was her first stop.

The sixteen year old opened the shop door, a wide grin sparking across her features at the sight of all the candy. Clover excitedly clapped her hands together, letting out a quiet, but high pitched squeal, straightening out her hair and dress after realising what she had just done. She walked into the store, her grin still shining as she examined the shelves, quickly snapping up a couple of liquorice wands, and a chocolate frog or two and placing them in her basket. She still only wanted to find one particular sweet, her favourite sweet also, Fizzing Whizbees. Clover always bought a few when in Honeydukes, and loved sucking them while finishing off homework or working on an assignment to make things more interesting. She always found it hilarious to do her homework while levitating. But it seemed her memory failed her whenever she started searching for the things in Honeydukes, which left Clover lingering in the store for longer, not that she minded this one bit. It gave her the excuse to buy more candy, and spend more of her hard earned money on something she loved. ​

 

[Dymetris Kozlov]

Set into the weekend, and without a plan in play, Dymetris took off to the village in high hopes he would find something his mind and his hands would keep busy doing. But what can the part veela really get into, without his girlfriend suspecting him of anything, or Dymetris believing to be suspicious of anything, because honestly he had no desire to ruin something good. Still you know the rumor mill never stop after the lines of school, he could be chatting with a new comer of New Zealand, and he maybe the on the zine again. Desperate to not let that happen, he blocked away negative thinking, rather pushed to the side and walked casually down the brick roads that laid out the foundation of the village and it's many fine shop. He got acquainted with the scenery, his demeanor more relaxed. He wanted to have a good day, a day he could tell Faxen about and his family who were at the very moment visiting Russia too. He tip his hat to the side, he came in his comfortable form of fashion. Sometimes he was looked at by the way he dressed, and often he would be pointed at amongst the crowd of people, today no one stared, everyone mind their own, he like these kind of day. Mean that he wouldn't have to explain why he was different and how come he wore funny clothes.

He approached the shop one by one, peaking into their windows. None call to his attention. He was soberly bored, it be a good day when he was older and he could enjoyed a solid pint with friends. Reaching the end of street, till then, he was stuck with the teenage (preteen) sugar rush. He saw the old plank hanging above the shop, Honeydukes. It was worth an escape he figured, striding up to the front door, he saw this place was somewhat deserted. It bothered him a little that he would be entering a shop with less buyers, that mean he wouldn't find anyone of interest here and there was no crowd to slip in and out of the shop. It made for good conversation when you were stuck here for hours shopping for all the goods. He twisted around, maybe he came to early. That was the only logical explanation, oh what the hell. He discovered the first aisle of the shop picking up a few chocolate cakes, mainly cauldron. It's not every day thing for him, scavenging for treats, no he wasn't a big fan of them. But one must treat their self to some occasionally to something sweet. He picked a few sugar sticks and roam a little more, it wasn't until he step further into someone who was actually living. He stop in his track instantly, eyes pared up to the blonde fragile girl. She was so thin but healthy looking with the way she ate, he was most stun to see her again. "Hey Clover! I haven't see you in a long while!" Dymetris beam. He like to think he had an active memory all the time. He remembered her face and quickly placed her name. Brunette and long hair, is now blonde with short. He grin massively, '"You looks so different blonde, I think we almost switch hair color. I have black hair now and braids" he tip his hat and showed off his assorted braids. They went in different direction, his mom did a really good job with his hair. He placed the cap back on and stood along the aisle. They were lucky there was fair amount of customers here.

 

[Clover Sheppard]

Clover was never the kind of person to get angry easily, usually it took a lot to get the sixteen year old angry enough to show it, with the exception of a tantrum or two when those who were close-minded suffered from being, well, close-minded. That was the thing that always got to her, the people who couldn't see or experience life from a bunch of different perspectives, because their beliefs ranged in one direction. It annoyed her because they couldn't experience life to the fullest by only looking at something in one way. It was all very black and white, and Clover hated that idea. But apart from that one pet peeve Clover had, it seemed nothing could get her angry, or emotional enough to make it noticed. However as the teenager scanned the shelves, searching for her favourite kind of candy which always seemed to move whenever she looked for it, she felt herself start to get annoyed. Even though not finding Fizzing Whizbees straight away meant she could stay in Honeydukes longer, it meant her craving for the candy had grown worse. Her impatience was the reason she grew so flustered so quickly, and she needed a proper distraction in order to calm herself down, and think straight. She was really getting frustrated over not finding her favourite sweet, which let her appear to be a spoilt brat. Something Clover was the opposite of. Luckily her distraction came in the form of a familiar Russian accent. The witch heard her name uttered, and instinctively turned towards who had said it, to see a familiar face. Dymetris Kozlov.

Clover grinned widely at Dymetris, making her dimples known. She hadn't seen Dymetris in a while, not since she still had long honey brown hair that matched her eyes. Now her hair was short, boyishly short and blonde, a drastic change but a change she was happy with. She had cut and dyed her hair for the New Year, hoping to have a fresh start. Dymetris looked different too, but Clover couldn't quite put her finger on how. Of course they had both grown up since they last saw one another, that was enough of a change. When Dymetris commented and said she looked different blonde, Clover giggled in response. People had said she looked so different blonde but she couldn't remember anybody saying it suited her, but she didn't mind so much, looks weren't the most important thing on the planet. "Oh wow!" Clover exclaimed as Dymetris tipped his hat, giving Clover a better look at his new hair style. She had to admit it was unusual seeing braids on a guy, but Dymetris pulled it off very well, especially with his jet black hair. This meeting was unexpected, in a way, but Clover was glad to see her friend again. She was curious to know whether or not Dymetris was still into Quidditch. But first Clover still needed to find her candy. Hopefully Dymetris was willing to help. "Actually, I'm trying to find the Fizzing Whizbees, would you mind helping me?" She asked, Clover was willing to keep looking on her own but it would be easier and quicker if Dymetris helped her look, he was in Hufflepuff too and probably a good finder as well, so Clover hoped he would agree to helping her.​

 

[Dymetris Kozlov]

Dymetris examined his quirky little friend and nodded in response to her request. “Yes, I’ll do my best in helping you, but I have to tell you I have no idea what you just asked for” he said blushing embarrassed. He ate sweets, sometimes. He preferred fruit over sweets, it’s how the once blonde was brought up. Now that he was older and matured, he liked to eat it whenever he deserved it. In pursuit of what she craves for, he went walking around besides her. “”How’ve you been since the last time we spoke? Your family? Are they well?” He knew little about them, occasionally he would ask about them because he was bad with bringing topic and often fell silent when he ran out of topics to talk about. What a normal person had, Dymetris fail to grasp. Unless he was kissing a girl, like his girlfriend, or some other then he had bad social skills. However maybe that was his way of not wanting to talk at all sometimes and a good excuse to keep silent. He found that when he spoke, he would end up somehow, someway get in trouble especially around girls. They were his weakness and have a way of making react in not very respectful manner. He croaked around girls; let’s hope around Clover nothing out of the blue would happen.

So he focus his time finding the treat, he searched the cases on display. He looked for the name, and scans the labels. Nothing pop out with the name of the candy. Dymetris moved much slower pace, she could very well much be across the aisle and he wouldn’t know. He was determine to keep busy and less talkative around his Clover. Overtime he felt bad for keeping quiet, the guilt build up every second. Christ. He turns to Clover and frown, “I don’t think you will be getting your candy Miss Clover, how about these chocolate nukes or sugar wand?” He sorted out a few stacks holding them in her face. He was being obviously funny, hope she would cut on. He was bad telling jokes, but he would do anything to make someone laugh, or crack a smile. It kinda told he wasn’t so socially awkward at all. That it all came from mind thinking. He gathers a few more treats, ready to pass but they slip from his hands falling down at his feet. “My bad! Sorry, haha stupid hands.” He bent over to pick up the fallen treats, all this and some. He should be kissing the floor, since he was so use to meeting it the surface all the time. He stack the nukes quickly and restore them back to their rightful place. Now let's try this again Dymetris, he stood up and handed Clover the sugar wand. "It says here if you eat them pretty fast you stay energetic for hours, four, for hours?! Is that right?" there went his English. His secret amongst many secrets, his English reading sometimes was bad, and he was afraid sometime to admit to anyone who knew him.