- Messages
- 9
- OOC First Name
- Bee
- Blood Status
- Unknown
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Sexual Orientation
- Homosexual
- Wand
- 10” Ebony wood wand with thestral hair core
- Age
- 23
"You'll just have to have a taste"
Apollo was on the hunt for an elusive foe as he entered the sleepy town of Obsidian Harbour. It was a somewhat rare weekend adventure he embarked on when the mood struck. Most weekends, Apollo remained tucked away in his house in Canterbury, locked in his study, poring over research or thumbing through ancient books by magical philosophers. But today was different. Today, he was in pursuit of something he could only find in town—and that was Butterbeer Gelato.
The frozen confection was a guilty pleasure, one he didn’t keep stocked at home. His maid and butler had a notorious sweet tooth and would devour it before he could enjoy even a spoonful. To his agony, he’d learned this the hard way. Butterbeer Gelato was a nostalgic treat, something the couple used to take him into London to get during summer breaks when he was attending Hogwarts. The memory of those carefree days made the craving all the more potent.
Obsidian Harbour was a quaint town nestled near the New Zealand branch of Hogwarts. It housed the region’s St. Mungo’s Hospital and the local office of the Daily Prophet. During select weekends throughout the school year, students flooded the cobbled streets to shop, socialize, and escape the castle’s stone walls. Depending on the time of year, the Harbour could be either bustling or serene. Today, it was somewhere in between—slightly busier than Apollo preferred, but not so crowded that he had to dodge large groups or endure long checkout lines.
As he stepped into Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, Apollo was greeted by the sticky-sweet aroma of sugar and cream. His stomach gurgled in anticipation. Several patrons stood ahead of him at the counter, debating their choices, some sampling flavors with tiny enchanted spoons that hovered politely in front of their mouths. Apollo scanned the menu, rocking back and forth on his heels, whistling a catchy pop tune he’d last heard on the radio.
He leaned slightly backward, lost in thought, and stumbled just enough to bump into the stranger behind him. Startled, he turned quickly and cleared his throat. “I am so sorry,” he said, cheeks flushing crimson. Apollo offered a sheepish grin and turned back toward the counter, silently berating himself. He wasn’t usually clumsy, but something about the Harbour always made him feel a little off-kilter. Maybe it was the blend of nostalgia and anticipation, or maybe it was the faint magical hum that lingered in the air like static.
Either way, he was here now, and Butterbeer Gelato was within reach. As the line inched forward, he felt the excitement build. This was more than a dessert—it was a portal to memory, a taste of youth, and a reminder that even the most studious wizard needed a little indulgence now and then.