Flesh and Bone

[Cadell Owens-Lee]

With Cadell's sister attending Hogwarts New Zealand the upcoming year, the teen was quite excited for her. He wanted to visit Obsidian Harbour with her where people bought their school supplies in New Zealand to see if it was much different to Diagon Alley where Cadell bought everything he needed. He traveled there by floo powder after saying farewell to his mothers and both him and his sister made it there safely. As it was not time for another school year yet, the streets were quiet and Cadell smiled at it. It was definitely a step-up from their chaotic home back in Wales with the crying babies. The Ravenclaw made sure his sister stayed close to him as they walked up the streets and followed her into an ice-cream shop which was empty apart from a couple of people sitting at some tables. He reached into his pocket and gave her some money before sitting at one of the tables himself, looking around at the colourful tiles on the walls and the various decor surrounding him.

 

[Desdemona Novak]

Every now and then, Desdemona took her chances and would escape the suffocating environment of her parents' home where she was being taken care of and taught magic by her ( vile ) grandmother. The darkly clad redhead was eager to explore the outsides, to seek adventure despite her grandmother's great concerns about the outside world that did not have her supervision to watch her. But every time Desdemona made her way outside, wandered around and even dared to connect with people; dared to engage, everything seemed rather peaceful. The people she spoke to did not seem like a threat in the slightest, some of them even were mockingly pathetic with the way they behaved. Desdemona was a girl, though she preferred to call herself a woman already, of great circles especially where she was born; her native serbia, oh, how she missed it... back then, her loving parents were still alive and the tirrany of her grandmother was very light and did not dare to cross the borders and limits her parents obliged the woman with.

Despite doubting her grandmother's fears and presumption, she visited Obsidian Harbour where she knew her own kind would only be present; wizards and witches alike, doing their shopping or having a gathering talking about whatever came to their mind. The daily news, the things to come and perhaps the prospect of their children turning eleven soon and receiving their letter from Hogwarts New Zealand. Something she had too, but never was allowed.. merely watched her grandmother ignite the letter with one of the many curses she would teach her granddaughter as well.

Settling in an ice cream parlour, the redhead sat in the back; up against a wall, dressed in a dress that reached all the way to her chin and all the way down to equally jet black boots she was wearing. Her lips almost sharing the same colour as her hair, although only few shades brighter... highlighting them cherry red and leaving a few streaks of the shade onto the straw that had been tightly pressed between her plump lips. Eyes rolling through the store, observing the new customers as she took a few harsh sips from the chocolate milkshake that she had ordered a while ago. The ice melted; making her able to drink the sweet dessert.

 

[Cadell Owens-Lee]

As Cadell watched his sister take her ice-cream from the lady at the counter, the boy stood up and nodded at Gwen as she asked to visit the other shops by herself. This gave the Ravenclaw better opportunity to have a look at the place by himself. After all, there weren't many people around now and so he was sure she would be fine. As he looked around again he noticed a girl of about his age that he didn't notice before sitting at the back of the shop with a rather intimidating demeanor. Usually, Cadell would not go and investigate, but he thought that perhaps she needed some company. "Hello." he said, tentatively walking towards her. He gave her a friendly smile, in turn wanting her to reciprocate. He too didn't like being alone and so he hoped that she was nicer than what her first impression was, etching to get to know people from outside of his school. "Do you come here often?" he asked, hoping his question wasn't as stupid as it initially sounded.

 

[Desdemona Novak]

The sweet sensation of the milkshake tickles her taste buds as she sips it through the straw that remained pressed between her lips. Her dark eyes staring into nothing, figuring continuing to observe all of the customers that were left in the ice cream parlour would come across as weird. She did not want to come across as supicious, even if she wouldn't necessary see the people that were present in the room ever again.

When through the silence, apart from the chit-chat between the customers and the people serving ice cream, came a sudden 'hello' the redhead raised an eyebrow at the guy that approached her. Frowning more profound as he came closer, to greet and her start a conversation. She did not want to be mean, or closed-off right away and perhaps he was simply looking to kill some time.. pretty sure the little girl he was with went out onto the streets to do her own thing. Besides, he looked like they were around the same age so that meant they were at least a little compatible in someway. "A few times a month. Why. Do you recognize me ??" The first sentence the guy started off with, almost sounded like one of those cliché phrases that guys used to pick up a girl. Luckily, he did not seem to have that approach with her; the way his voice seemed neutral, told her a lot.

 

[Cadell Owens-Lee]

Cadell never really talked to many people often and he was quite surprised to see that the girl he decided to approach was interested in talking to him. However, she seemed rather curious, even though he had only asked a simple question. Nonetheless, Cadell accepted it, figuring there was no harm done in asking questions that you didn't know the answer to, and kept his hands inside his pockets as he spoke. "No, no. I've just never been here before." he told her, eyeing the chair in front of her. He didn't know whether or not he could sit down and preferred not to ask. "Do they sell good ice-cream here? I can imagine it'd be very busy right before school starts every year. Or do people skip the ice-cream shop and just buy school supplies?" Cadell was quite interested in the way things worked in New Zealand. The shops didn't seem that different, but what about the people? Did they like ice-cream or did they prefer to just get things done? It interested the boy and he hoped that the girl knew enough to answer all of his questions.

 

[Desdemona Novak]

With the statement that he had never been there, where they were now made her expression shift a little. Eyes narrowing, causing her features to express themselves as even darker; one of her eyebrows raising as she seemed confused by how he was new to the area. While he knew about people coming here to buy their school supplies, he lacked the knowledge of whether people liked to hang around the ice cream parlour for a little longer or to take a break from their shopping. In honesty, she did not know the answer to his question either; but she seemed to be from here, to him, so she might as well.. lie a little to have the interaction continue. She did not mind the social engagement, goodness she needed one if she was honest to herself.

"Of course. People come around here often, although their parents do not really let their children get in here all the time. Not that it's expensive, it's a great quantity and quality for the price you are paying. But I don't know, maybe it's because they know their children will already be eating greasy food in the castle.. where they plan on going to school, thus trying to enforce their last little remnant of control upon them before they fly out into the world of magical education." Her sentences were formulated awfully sophisticated and the girl almost came across as she was going through a script that she had been given a few moments ago. "Please. Sit down, you're making me a tad nervous if you keep standing around and moving your body from one side to another." Her voice sweet, not an inch of irritation notable as she more or less demanded from him to sit down in front of her.

"Your accent. It sounds a little familiar, almost like the one from my teacher who taught me English when I was little. Where is it from ?? Where are you from ?? Mister-" Always formal, not sure whether to call someone by their name or not. But of course, she'd needed his name first before using it.