I'm not a shopaholic!

[Jeremiah Raven]

Jeremiah liked to shop, it was his favourite thing to do. He didn't know what he liked most, the feeling of freedom he got when he was allowed to venture from the island and shop in Italy, or the butterflies he got in his stomach when he knew that he could probably buy the whole Italian muggle market with his personal credit card. But right now he was in New Zealand, not Italy, but it didn't stop the butterflies and happy smile growing on his face. He loved Obsidian Harbor, that was for sure, he liked how he could have his wand out whenever, not having to worry about whether or not he was going to be caught by a muggle, because there were no muggles here, well, there shoukdn't be. The next best thing was the fact that all the things here were amazing and wonderful, unlike the things back in Italy. New Zealand seemed to bbe very in touch with the Magical community, when he first came, he feared that it wwas like America, virtually non-magical, it would have been horrible. But thank Merlin it wasn't, or he would have been devastated. He looked down at his rather feminine wand, he did not know why it chose him, but it did, it was apparently good for healing and such, he had always been interested in healing, and iit must have called the wand to him, there was no other explanation. He had yet to inform his parents of his wand, he knew they wanted him to have a strong, powerful wand that would be more included for powerful magic, not a pink wand, never a pink wand. He shrugged, he quite liked it, Miah had never really held a wand such comfort before, this one seemed like the one, it was comfortable in his pale hand and it felt natural for him to hold it, which was why he was, he couldn't bare to put it in his pocket of his jeans.

Miah continued his way down the cobbled street, it was a pleasnt day, the sun was high in the sky and kept the air warm, but there was also a cool breeze coming in from the ocean that was nearby, he could smell the salt of the ocean and in the distance, he could hear the waves, though only if he strained his sensitive ears. He was carrying one shopping bag, though it had many object inside, thanks to the kind shop owner casting a spell for him so he wouldn't have half a million bags hanging off his hands, and since he was under age and without his papa, he would have been stuck with several bags filled with vvarious items. He was not sure if he was going to ever use these items, but that ddidn't stop him from buying them, he did like shopping afterall. When he saw a bench, he smiled slightly and sat himself down on it, his back straight, his ankles crossed and his bag, violin case and wand beside him. He flexed his fingers, they were a little cramped, a side effect from holding his violin case and the bag for what seemed like hours, not that he minded too much, it was just pain, it would go away some day. He picked up his wand once more, deciding that itit was probably more responsible to put it in his jacket pocket while he sat down for a little rest, instead of just allowing it to rest unguarded beside him.

 

[Taylor Blare-Edogawa]

Taylor Anika Blare, was not really what you would call a girly girl. She liked to do all sorts of activities, ranging from masculine to feminine. Sometimes she liked cooking. Sometimes she liked soccer. Sometimes she liked cleaning. Sometimes she liked mechanical work. And sometimes she liked shopping, which is exactly what she is doing right now. She would never turn down the chane to go to a good shop. Especially if it was a magic shop. Even back at home she loved to go shopping with her Aunt sometimes. It was just the way she was these days. When she was younger she didn't get to go out so much because her parents were always busy, but they would always make time for her. Though they didn't get to go shopping very often, which is sort of where her love of sports and other activites was realised. She could do those things on her own, whereas she couldn't go shopping on her own. Atleast, not until this time anyway. She smiled as she looked down at the bags in her hand. She had brought some nice clothes that she would be able to show people and she had brought some other Hogwarts things that were not supplied by the school. Including some inks and parchment, atleast she bought the ones she wanted. She even managed to buy a few gifts for her family. She knew they were going to enjoy them because they always did. It wasn't like she especially needed to buy them gifts but she figuered since she now had her own money, why the heck not. Though it had taken her alittle while to get used to the wizarding currency as she was used to American dollars. Galleons were so hard to keep track of. She couldn't believe how many times she had gievn someone the wrong currency. Atleast they had been nice enough to point it out and give her back the appropriate change. That was nice.

She continued walking down the street, looking in all the windows. She walked past Ollivanders and saw some of the students who were still getting their wands. She had gotten hers a few days ago and she felt really good about it too. It was such a pretty wand. She pulled it out of her pocket and admired it. It felt so good in her hands too. She giggled lightly before placing her wand back in her pocket. She didn't want her wand to remind her about her parents. She was pretty sure her mother may have owned a similer wand. For all the good it had done her. Maybe she should have had the Vampire wand. That was powerful wasn't it? She sighed. What was she saying. They were still alive. They could talk to her and see her. Some people had it much worse then she did. She walked past Flourish and Blotts and spotted a boy about her age, sitting on the bench opposite the shop. Was he shopping too? He must have been considering the mountains of pages he had with him. Taylor shook her head to compose herself before walking over to him. She hoped her eyes weren't too revealing this day. She didn't feel like talking about her parents today. She placed her best smile on her face and pointed to the bags. "Shopoholic are you?" She asked. Admittedly he was not the first one he had met. Her Aunt was a shopoholic. Though he was the first boy she had met. She didn't know boys could be shopoholics. Corey and Lewis didn't count, they didn't like shopping so when their father sent them shopping they used all his money, just so he wouldn't do it again. Though it has yet to work. "I've just been shopping too." She added, flicking her hair over her shoulder.​

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[Jeremiah Raven]

Jeremiah looking in his bag at all the things he had bought. There were quite a few, he had been eeverywhere, well, nearly, he had been tempted to take a wonder down Bleak Street, he had seen the sign and become curious, but as he went down there, a woman had pulled him out and scolded him for going near such a 'bad' place, but not before he managed to get his hands on some rather interesting books, though he was no where near as fond of them as he was of his Gilderoy Lockhart books, he had the whole collection sitting on his lap right now. He could sit here all day and read the fantastic adventures, how great it must be to be Gilderoy lockhart. He looked up when someone made a very accurate accusation about him. It was quite embarrassing though, to be cought red-handed doing such a feminine thing... his papa would murder him on the spot, most definately. But he still managed a small smile, he got the idea that the young girls accusation was not meant as an insult, if it was, she hid it well. So until he got the feeling that sshe was insulting him, he would act polite and courteous towards her, like he was taught. 'Yes, I have been doing some light shopping.'' He explained, blushing slightly when he basically told the girl that this was less than he usually bought. How embarrassing! What was he thinking? This was happening because he was so relaxed and comfortable, he tended to be more open when relaxed, it would surely mean his death. He cleared his throat and packed away the multitude of things he had been looking at, it was no wwonder why the girl thought he was a shopaholic, with all these wonderful things lying around? She must be thinking that he lived to shop. Which could be true, or could be false, he had never tried to nnot shop or get new things before, and he didn't like the prospect of going on without any new things or at least some shopping.

"So, you like shopping?" He asked, trying to move the conversation away from his own shopping habits and onto the girls. He was not good at the whole, talking to children, thing. It was confusing for the poor eleven year old, even though he was a child himself, he didn't really see himself as a child, not really. He knew that by ages and build, he was a child and mentally he could be a child, but he was more comfortable with talking to adults, they were simpler to speak with, they would put things bluntly and would speak with authority, authority he could replicate if the need raised. But right now, all he wanted to do was leave, he was quite sure the red that had sprinkled itself oon his cheeks was still there, the only thing that gave him comfort was that when he did ever blush, it was light, so it was like a little shade of pink, which meant he didn't resemble a tomato in anyway. "I'm Miah.'' He said, introducing himself to help the conversation forward. It would be no use, he was stuck with this ggirl, she was in complete control of the conversation as of now, and Jeremiah was not sure if he liked it. ''Wonderful to meet you, Miss.''

 

[Taylor Blare-Edogawa]

Taylor watched as the boy in front of her put away all the items he had pulled out of his bag. Amongst them was a stack of Gilderoy Lockhart books. She too had some of those books, granted though this boys seemed to habe the whole collection. Did he like the man that much? Taylor couldn't imagine have such an obsession with some one that you would know everything they have ever done and want to buy all their creations, like books or movies. Not to be misunderstood, Taylor did enjoy reading as much as the next guy though sometimes she did have to admit that she enjoyed all the other past times too. not that she was complaining of course. Taylor often found that the harder she studies the more she forgot, so more often the not she would simply wing an exam and she usually did pretty good too. Though there were a few times when she would flunk.But that was few and far between. After all her uncle was a teacher so he should be able to teach her something right. At least she was very good at maths and pe was a strong subject of hers too. As far as she knew, the only subjects here that were like that were flying and arithmacy, so maybe she would choose arithmacy is an extra in ssecond year. She had always had a sort of gift with numbers, though she couldn't think why. Maybe it was becuase her mother was a hhealer. Atleast that was what she would have liked to have thought. She giggled slightly when the boh in front of her went slightly pink for reveali that his shopping spree was only small compared with what it could be. What a thing to admitt. ''Don't worry too much,'' she told him, ''my aunt is like that too, can't get her away from the stores.'' She finished laughing slightly at the memory. She hoped that the boy didn't think she was laughing at him, because she most certainly wasn't not at all.

She nodded slightly after he asked her if she likefd shopping. It was hard to answer, if he asked her the same question tomorrow he might get a different answer. Often it depended on how she was feeling, so she simply shruhed. ''Well I sort of do, and sort of don't, its rather complicated really.'' She said as sshe looked at him curiously. He was aa very odd boy, she couldn't figure him out, but she was usually very good at doing so. She pushed her hand through her hair. He was really quite a complicated boy himself. She wondered what he had been doing. What sort of personality did he have? What house was he in? These were the sorts of questions that were running through hr head right now and she wanted answers, but she wasn't just going to simply come out and ask him. That would be rude, not to mmention annoying. The boys blush was still there she noticed, though it wasn't really a blush, it was more a tinge, sort of like how she got when she was ssick with the flu, otherwise she went oddly pale yellow. It was quite weird. She smiled at Miah, when he introduced himself and smiled softly. It was a nice name. "A pleasure to meet you Miah, I am Taylor." She told him as she sat next to him. She needed to sit down she had been standing all day. Even an athlete needed some rest every now and then. "Is your name really Miah?" She asked. It didn't sound like a regular name. It sounded sort of weird. Was it a nickname? "Is it a nickname?" She continued.
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[Jeremiah Raven]

Out of Character:

I'm sorry Teiggy! I you, don't hate me

Jeremiah frowned at being compared to an older woman. That was even more embarrassing! He was a young boy, not an older woman! He quicken his pace when packing up his things, though he was very careful with the Gilderoy Lockhart books, he didn't want to damage them, not at all. So he did quite the opposite, he began to worry more, he didn't want to be thought of as an old woman! That would be terrifying. But he held himself together, not allowing his worry and utter shock show through his hopefully calm features. He put his bag down by his feet and sighed inwardly, he would not allow himself to become relaxed again, until he reached school and could find his sister, he knew little of her and wanted to be her friend, dearly. But she didn't seem to like him too much, it made him wonder why she didn't like him, he wasn't a muggle, not that there was anything wrong with muggles, except for the fact that they were muggles, so he couldn't see why she hated him so, it was very confusing for him and no mater how logically he thought about it, it never seemed to make sense, it was dearly irritating.

Jeremiah once again frowned, that was not an acceptable answer, not at all. A lady should have nodded, with a smile and said soemthing that she was sure of, not just random words that flew into her mind. It irritated him, he was not in the best mood, so he was reverting back to his behaviour when growing up, which put him in an even worse mood. "Do you have more of an acceptable answer?" He asked, though it sounded rude, his tone said that it was a serious question and he expected a highly calculated, thoughful answer that was more descriptive and overall, adult. He stayed silent and still as she continued to examine him, he hadn't even looked at her twice, his sharp blue eyes were piercing her grey ones, like he was looking into her soul, which in a way, he was. Miah believed that eyes were the windows to peoples true emotions, if they let their guard down for a second, you might be able to see their true feelings and a somewhat distroted opinion of the person they are looking at, which was enough for Miah to observed her eyes deeply. If he were to compliment her, they would be focused on her eyes, they were quite nice, though he preferred blue eyes, they were nicer. The girls hair was horrible though, in his opinion, too wild, too curly, it was just... blah, it seemed lifeless to him. Though a lot of things seemed lifeless to Miah if he was annoyed or angry, which he was at the moment. He brightened up when she did something right, introducing herself, using the term 'pleasure' it was an appropriate word for a girl to use when speaking to and about a boy, maybe she was not so annoying afterall. He cleared his throat, as if to clear his thoughts as well, he hated thinking like that, like an old man, but it was habit, he had been thinking like that since he could construct a sentence. It was natural, though he was trying to kick the habit before he met any more children his age. He liked her name, though she looked more like an Ashleigh. He nodded in recognition and allowed her to continue. "No, it is a nickname that I prefer to use." He explained. There were not enough words in any dictionary to describe the hatred he felt for the name: Jeremiah, he hated it more than his sister wanted him gone.

 

[Taylor Blare-Edogawa]

ooc: Now its going to be impossible to finish this on time. That you alot Tenilee. You have alot of work to do now

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Taylor looked at Miah as she tried to figure him out. Judging from the way he sat he has been groomed to be maybe a gentleman or whatever it was they groomed people for these days. As she watched him it also became evident that he was rich, or atleast well off so maybe comparing him with her aunt was the wrong thing to do? She sighed, not much to be done about it now though was there? She could tell that she had offended him and she felt really bad about it. She wished there was something she could do, but apart from apologise there really was nothing. Though he seemed like such a nice person and she really did feel really sorry for insulting him like that. Maybe she should apologise and get it over with so as not to offend him even more. She nodded as she made up her mind and looked Miah in the eye he seemed the type to appreciate the gesture so she went with it. Hopefully he would accept her sincerest apologies and things could stop being cold between them. Because that was exactly what was happening. Miah was being cold to her, of course she didn't blame him, she had insulted him, but she didn't like it and she wanted it to stop immediately. She stopped before she said anything. He had gotten irritated with her after she had told him that she sort of liked shopping, but not really. Could that be the reason he was irritated. Had he been expecting her to say something else? Well who was he to choose what she said. It wasn't very fair at all to be completely honest. She thought carefully about how to ohrase her next sentence. Even though she was annoyed at him for being annoyed at how she spoke, she realised that he was probably only the sum of his breeding. It wasn't really his fault that he had been brought up to think in a certain way. She was the same after all. There weren't many lady-like bones in her body to be completely honest. When she figured out what she was going to say she smiled and continued. "I apologise for what I have said to you. I had not realised that it would offend you..." She bowed her head slightly, She wasn't sure if it was needed but better safe than sorry. "Please accept my sincerest apologies?" She asked as she looked up at him to gage any sort of reaction. She had felt so weird speaking like that, but if it made him feel better than she would do it again.

Taylor frowned however when he asked her if she had more of an acceptable answer. Why was he not satisfied with the answer she had given? What was wrong with. She valued honesty and by saying anything else she would be lying. Sometimes she did like shopping, sometimes she didn't and it was rather complicated so to answer this question she simply shook her head. He was being quite rude to ask if she had a 'more suitable answer' and in her opinion, it was a very snobbish thing to do. Now, she didn't care if he was brought up like that or if he was just being a pain in the butt. Whatever it was, he was being both rude and annoying. It wasn't really fair for him to expect any other answer from her. How had he been brought up any-way? Was he degrading her because she was a girl? That was what it felt like. When she was looking at him, she almost felt as if he had expected her to drop to her knees and ask for permission to talk to him. For some reason, that was the kind of aura he was giving off and she didn't like it. She wondered if she should tell him how he was making her feel? She didn't really know him well so would it be wrong for her to speak to him in such a way? She felt that the answer was yes and so she kept quiet. There wasn't much else to do. Except to look away from him that is... which is what she ended up doing.​

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