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Post by Kit Elwine on Oct 5, 2015 20:51:34 GMT -5
Kit and his brother didn't have a lot of money left, and that was stressful. Momo had warned them that they had maybe a couple months left at the rate they were spending their Galleons and then they'd need to write home for money. The thought of facing his parents after having run off with their money was very stressful. Luckily, Kit knew just the solution to stress overload: Retail therapy.
Now, Kit wasn't an effeminate guy. Maybe he'd go for Metrosexual because he knew how to dress. Today, for example, he was wearing black skinny jeans that crinkled perfectly around his knees (painted-on skinnies were for emo schoolboys), tall, shiny black leather boots fashionably unlaced (but not dragging on the ground), a long-sleeve designer tee in royal blue, a grey vest, and a military-style jacket which accentuated it all without making him look like a girl. He wore his favorite hat as well, of course, tipped at an angle, and that was black as well. It simply didn't suit him to wear bright colors considering the amount of color he liked in his hair.
His parents despised his hair. It was around waist-length when wet, long enough to be wavy with just a bit of curl at the ends. It might have been mahogany if he'd left it alone. He wasn't sure, though. All the time he spent outdoors lightened it and all the color—burgundy, wine, yellow, burnished orange—covered most everything anyway.
Numerous bags rested at his feet as he looked over a display of omnioculars. A small bag from the beauty shoppe sat beside two from various robe shops, a book shop, though lord knew when he'd ever find time to read anything, and even a secondhand store. Despite the dilapidation in such places, one could find such interesting things sometimes...
He debated the omnioculars. Peering at neighbors was a terrible taboo, but such interesting things happened in Valfirid and he wouldn't be the only person outside watching. Hmm. Maybe. He put the omnioculars into the basket looped over his elbow, then brought out his wand so the rest of his purchases would follow. They stopped and settled around him again when he reached a rather attractive Wizard’s Wireless. He decided on seeing it that it was far too quiet in the shop and snapped it on.
A bit of adjustment and he found one of those modern classical stations. Much of the nonsense played on such stations was blatant copies of actual classical music, or songs which all sounded as though they'd been written en masse according to a formula. He was pleasantly surprised to find a song which actually did not suck.
Kit turned the volume a bit higher. An impromptu dance session would go very well with the rolling piano, singing violin, and... was that guitar he heard? "Oh, I like this," he said, and pulled an imaginary partner in close to dip her.
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Post by Lafra Seyrrou on Oct 5, 2015 21:29:46 GMT -5
Lafra went through the available stock she had been putting off replenishing potions and ingredients, but after a boring and slow day she needed to do something productive. With each aisle she took her times scanning the small vials and bottles squinting as if it would make her search any easier.
As she turned into another aisle she paid almost no attention to the other customer in the shop picking up a bottle and giving it a thorough read. It wasn't until music came on did she turn her head to look at the unfamiliar man. The tune was pleasant it wasn't something she heard before, but it was something she would listen to. Lafra watched the comical display the man 'dancing' with a partner and she couldn't stifle the short sound of a muffled laugh. Obviously amused she watched silently for a moment before finally deciding to break her silence. "It's a nice tune," Lafra put down a bottle she was looking at deciding it wasn't what she wanted.
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Post by Kit Elwine on Oct 5, 2015 21:57:55 GMT -5
"It is," Kit agreed without looking up. He had no shame. Life was for living, not being eternally self-conscious. "It reminds me of Beethoven's Quasi una fantasia with a hint of badassery. Oh, I'm sorry darling, pardon my French," he told his imaginary partner. "Rather sensitive, isn't she?" Kit finally glanced toward the sound of that voice and, ever-so-smoothly, stumbled on his own feet. His face reddened and he stopped dancing. Apparently he had some shame after all.
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Post by Lafra Seyrrou on Oct 5, 2015 22:23:17 GMT -5
Lafra smiled at his comparison if he didn't have her attention before he certainly did now. Watching his little display, she was thoroughly amused, but said nothing about it just watched. "I was picking up on some 'Albinoni's Adagio' in there as well," she turned back to the vials absentmindedly scanning them with her eyes. "Your partner wanted to be swept away by the music," too bad he stopped it would be a change to watch someone dance in a shop.
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Post by Kit Elwine on Oct 6, 2015 1:09:58 GMT -5
"She was most definitely swept away," Kit said. He had to drag his eyes away from the girl—woman—and once he'd succeeded, he worked diligently to turn his attention back to the items in his basket. Maybe he shouldn't trust himself with omnioculars. "Maybe a bit of the Adagio," he admitted aloud. "A touch of Scriabin's Black Mass in the piano?" He couldn't look at her again or he'd turn stupid.
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Post by Lafra Seyrrou on Oct 6, 2015 11:18:53 GMT -5
Lafra reached for a bottle reading it and placed it with the other items. Her 'collection' was growing and yet she still wasn't even halfway through her list. "That one never fails to give me chills," she said referring to the piano sonata. Moving on to the next shelf she was a tad bit closer now that she was before. "Not many have an appreciation for the classics anymore," Lafra glanced over in his direction before focusing on the potions and ingredients in front of her.
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Post by Kit Elwine on Oct 6, 2015 13:03:30 GMT -5
"It seems as though most, especially in our generation, believe that you can only like one style of music," Kit lamented. He flicked a glance away from his inspection of the omnioculars. "What about you?" he asked. Classical was excellent for grand, sweeping emotions, but a bit of rock n roll never hurt anyone and it was far better accompaniment to extreme sports and the like.
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Post by Lafra Seyrrou on Oct 6, 2015 13:33:51 GMT -5
Lafra paused for a second thinking to the tunes that drifted through their home. "Jazz music is good for the mood," she said finally breaking her silence. She looked directly at him this time her hand on a vial turning it in her palm, "I don't understand why anyone wouldn't want to familiarize themselves with other genres." She tried her hand in different sounds and while sometimes a sound wasn't quite what she liked she could easily find something she preferred in the same genre. "And yourself?" Lafra turned the question back to him.
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Post by Kit Elwine on Oct 6, 2015 13:40:04 GMT -5
"I have... eclectic taste," Kit replied. "A bit of a lot of things, actually. Jazz, yes, but don't knock the power of hard rock or rhythm and blues." The song had ended and it was one of those mass-produced earsores. Kit turned the music off. It was quieter than he'd expected once the music was no longer playing, and he had probably put the omnioculars someplace if he wasn't buying them. Atop the now-silent Wireless was as good a place as any.
"You're not one of those... Society types, are you?" Kit asked, as though he wasn't. "It doesn't count if you're rebelling against it," he added. Nice disclaimer.
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Post by Lafra Seyrrou on Oct 6, 2015 13:59:51 GMT -5
Silence followed when he turned the wireless off, and sometimes silence was better. His question threw her off guard and she shrugged a bit before answering. "Technically I am, but I hardly consider myself a contributing member of society," and it suited her better that way. Her parents had friends, but they didn't do much. Being the second brother her father didn't hold much influence and her mother had so many siblings it didn't carry much weight. "Are you one of the rebels you mentioned," her tone was teasing and she turned back to the shelf adding another vial to her inventory.
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Post by Kit Elwine on Oct 6, 2015 14:04:34 GMT -5
"I like to think I am," Kit said modestly. He slipped into the aisle one over from the one the girl was in and began looking absently over odds and ends. "Society simply does not accept that not everyone wishes to look like a stick-in-the-arse clone." He was most definitely not a clone. He was fairly certain that if he and Tian had stayed home much longer he'd have woken up one morning with three feet less hair and all of it brown.
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Post by Lafra Seyrrou on Oct 6, 2015 14:21:30 GMT -5
Lafra crouched down to look at more ingredients contemplating whether she should get doubles to last longer. It was turning into a more tedious job than she expected. Lafra didn't really rebel against society; it was more like she didn't bother with it. "Well maybe you should change their perspective," she was speaking absentmindedly briefly thinking to her cousin.
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Post by Kit Elwine on Oct 6, 2015 14:44:30 GMT -5
Kit gave a humorless chuckle. "Doubtful," he said. "Their minds don't change. My father disowned his sister for making an advantageous marriage to someone with questionable political beliefs." Questionable. The man had been an open Death Eater from what his father had let slip. Kit was somewhat interested in his cousin however, and had opted to tone down the trash talk.
"As far as I know they still don't speak and the woman's husband has been in his grave for at least five years now. No, I want to enjoy my youth while I can and that means breaking off and living a bit."
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Post by Lafra Seyrrou on Oct 6, 2015 15:25:43 GMT -5
It seemed everywhere one turned in society there was always scandal clinging on to families and their names. "I'm sure my father will start claiming he disowned my uncle," which wasn't completely false. Her father did reject helping his brother out, but up until recently they were on speaking terms. "We're the side branch of the family. Known name, but we personally hold no power. It's easier that was," if someone walked by they would think she was talking to herself. It didn't bother her, but she could imagine how comical she would look. Still she took her time in the aisle checking and double checking potion names and how old an ingredient was. It was obvious the shopkeeper took care of everything most potion herbs freshly picked.
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Post by Kit Elwine on Oct 6, 2015 15:35:29 GMT -5
Kit made his way slowly down his own chosen aisle, keeping pace with the girl. "I'm related to the Hardts through my aunt, well, the Blackwood-Hardts too I suppose. That's been a bit of a scandal for as long as I can recall. Gays, halfbloods, fringe families, Death Eaters, suicide, that branch is rather wild." And obscenely cool, as far as Kit was concerned. "Who's your uncle? It couldn't be much worse than my aunt's son, at least as far as Society is concerned."
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