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[sebbyrivera]

Week Name/Date/Time: Meeting of the Minds / Saturday 1st October / 11:00 am
Location: Hogsmeade
Open To: Rylie
Currently Involving: Sebastian

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[rylielogan]

Rylie had gone to Hogsmeade alone, which was perfectly fine with her. A few of the girls in her dorm had asked her if she wanted to get up early and head for Honeydukes, but she had politely declined. Surely, she had been to Hogsmeade enough times in her life at Hogwarts to allow her to go a bit later in the day. In fact, she had slept in, and enjoyed the quiet sounds of an emptied common room.

As soon as she felt ready, she grabbed her journal and headed out on her own. As third years excitedly peeked into shop windows, she headed for a spot she knew she'd find few, if any, familiar faces. Schrivenschaft's Quill Shop. She needed a few more quills, as she went through them quickly with her writing, and was hoping to find one that could write in different scripts. She found that sometimes her own handwriting, during late nights of thinking, could often be difficult to read.

She smiled as she noticed Sebastian tapping on the door of the shop. She quietly snuck up behind him and grinned.

"Seb love, what on earth are you doing?"

[sebbyrivera]

Sebastian jumped at the unfamiliar sound of a voice. He had heard no voices for an hour at least. Though this particular voice, in and of itself, was awfully familiar. Turning around slowly, he decided to blink at Rylie.

"I'm attempting to buy a quill." He said, as though it should be obvious. Which, honestly, it should be. Schrivenschaft's sign wasn't very large but what it lost in size it more than made up for in avant garde coloring. The word Quill was in bright blue, on a rather clashing sunset orange backround. Eye-catching, to say the least.

"Though, I'm beginning to think the manager has passed on. Or gone to visit his mum. Something." He grinned at the older girl and was about to go back to politely tapping on the door before adding, "And what are you doing here then?"

[rylielogan]

She could tell that she had startled him, at least for a moment, and she smiled even more brightly as he turned to face her. He had obviously not realised she was joking with him, since he told her he was buying a quill. She could clearly see that was what he was up to, as she was there for the same thing.

"I should think it apparent that I am also here to purchase a quill," she told him and put a hand to her forehead as she peered into the window.

It was definitely looking a bit... empty in there. Maybe he was right about that manager visiting his mum thing.

"It's a Saturday! Surely there must be someone around! Even if this isn't a, er, frequented shop on the weekends."

[sebbyrivera]

Well of course she was buying a quill. Sebastian resisted the urge to ask her what the make was because you don't use the word 'make' unless you're talking about mechanical things and hence were a mechanical sort of person. Which he was not. Obviously. Instead he made an "Ahh"ing sound and gave one more tap on the door before turning back around and leaning against it, arms stubbornly crossed.

"If they are around they are not being very businesslike. I should boycott it. Boycott it by... um, standing out here and waiting. Boycott by boredom."

He turned slightly, paused, and knocked once on the door a bit louder. Then he felt bad for what if he seemed rude? Looking back at Rylie he shrugged.

"Perhaps you could knock it down? The door, I mean."

[rylielogan]

Boycott by boredom? Somehow Rylie didn't think that would be too effective. She resisted the urge to laugh at his previous pose. He looked so very fascinating as he leaned against the door with his arms crossed, trying to be stubborn.

Knocking seemed to be the best idea, in Rylie's opinion. So when Sebby knocked, she watched with interest, but nothing happened.

"Knock it down? What, with my super powers?" Rylie asked him and shook her head.

Only, then she remembered that she was not, in fact, in the muggle world, but was instead standing in a wizarding community with a wand in her pocket. She blushed and hoped her couldn't see her face as she looked back at the door.

"Did you try alohamora? We could go inside and call out for service, and if there's no one around we could come back later. Or maybe they take a lunch break? Do you think they might have taken a lunch break?"

Now she was talking too much to make up for her previous comment. Smooth.

[sebbyrivera]

"Um," was what Sebastian chose to reply with. Rylie had blushed, heh. He wasn't quite sure why but he chose to ignore it. For both their sakes. Instead he peered back through the window and shrugged yet again.

And then she suggested alohamora and: "You mean break in?"

Sebastian attempted to not look shocked. He must not act like a scandalized first year because he was not. He was a scandalized 6th year but... nevermind that.

[rylielogan]

BREAK IN!? When he put it that way, it didn't sound like the best plan after all. Suddenly she was nervous, and looked at him wide-eyed.

"Ah'mno...I'm not suggesting that we break in. Oh, I don't know. You were the one trying to convince me to break down the door, which is much more... criminal," Rylie tried to defend herself and pouted just slightly. He had almost managed to drag out her Scottish accent, but not quite.

She looked down at the journal in her hand and sighed. It wasn't going to get much use if she couldn't get herself a quill.

"Any better ideas then, Seb love?"

[sebbyrivera]

No, he hadn't any better ideas. Wait. No. Oh wait, perhaps he should knock louder.

Tentatively, he turned back around and slowly held his fist up to the door. He loudly knocked 5 times before lowering it.

No noise. And his hand hurt now. He was about to turn back to Rylie and brave her pout before... yes... footsteps.

"There are footsteps!" He proclaimed triumphantly and backed up an appropriate distance. Nudging Rylie awkwardly he added, "And no windows or doors or laws broken, eh?"

[rylielogan]

Well, he had successfully managed to get them noticed. The only problem Rylie could find was she wasn't sure whose footsteps they were hearing. She laughed slightly as he nudged her and she lightly touched his arm.

"No laws broken, but what if you made them angry with all that knocking? What if they were sleeping in, or trying to rest and we've disturbed them?" Rylie asked and tried to get a better look inside the shop.

She didn't see any angry faces so far, but the footsteps were definitely getting closer. She grasped Sebby's arm a little tighter just in case and held her breath.

[sebbyrivera]

Sebastian was going to ardently object that he had knocked perhaps a dozen times and it was probably only the last few they had heard. But then Rylie took hold of his arm and his brain went slightly fuzzy. Ngh. Was she really frightened? Because he wasn't and... that was somewhat amusing.

Fortunately, before he could say anything stupid, the door opened and a very old someone opened the door. He did, in fact, look like he'd been gotten out of bed. Sebby gave him a half smile and a half wave and started walking towards the door as he propped it open. Rylie came along with him, as he had not unattached her from his arm, so relieved was he to not have received any Quill Manager death threats.

[rylielogan]

Rylie began breathing again as a man appeared and, though he looked as if he'd just rolled out of bed, held the door open for them. As Sebby entered, she did too, and let go of his arm finally when they were safely inside the main room.

Rylie hadn't really been frightened, but was always worried about being impolite. She never knew when she might be stepping on someone's toes.

"Hope we didn't disturb you. Thank you for letting us inside," she said to the man and quickly went to look at the quills.

She raised an eyebrow at Sebby as if to say 'I told you he was sleeping!' and picked up a quill from a nearby shelf.

"Anything specific you were looking for, love?" Rylie asked Sebastian and waited to see what he would say.

She loved his reactions to.... well, just about everything.

[sebbyrivera]

Sebastian felt obligated to add an "Er, yes. Sorry," to Rylie's apologies. He gave the man another slight wave before quickly edging away.

He blinked as Rylie gave him an accusatory look and decided to not notice. His eyes pointedly wandered around the shop until she asked a question to which he replied, "Er, I... no?"

Wasn't about to tell her about his very specific choice of quill. He was quite sure she already thought him 'interesting' enough. Instead he idly made his way through the shelves, slowly approaching his desired quill. Which he didn't know the make of, no. Because you didn't call it make.

[rylielogan]

Sebastian might have said he didn't have anything specific in mind, but that didn't mean she believed him. He definitely looked like he was in search of something, but she didn't bother asking him about it. She didn't think she'd get a clear answer.

"Well, I'm looking for a quill that will always write neatly, even when I'm getting tired and sloppy. Do you think they have that er... brand? Model? Type?"

Rylie continued to make conversation. It was her seventh year in the wizarding world and she still had no idea about the various words associated with quills. Pens and paper honestly seemed easier, but she'd never admit that to anyone else. Though muggleborn, she liked to appear as though she were proud of everything that came with being a witch.

"I'm glad we aren't shopping for brooms or something. I'd make even more a fool of myself," she said with a slight frown and continued to walk as if she were on some important mission.

She'd find that quill.

[sebbyrivera]

"Oh, um." Sebastian stopped in his tracks. He knew exactly what he needed but was reluctant to rush to it. Instead he fumbled through several shelves, picking up various quills, shaking his head, and placing them back down again. Eventually he got to one titled the Precision Quill 3000.

He pointed towards it and suggested, "This one then? Looks about right. Hm?"

Hoping Rylie was distracted enough, he let his eyes wander over to his prefered... um. Model. Er. It sat a mere shelf away. The Essay-Grip Writomatic. He made the tiniest of impatient sounds and quickly covered his mouth.

[rylielogan]

Rylie looked up as Sebby held up a quill and nodded. Instead of coming right out and saying it was what she was looking for, she placed her hands on her hips and tilted her head slightly to one side.

"Why do they have to be so fancy about it? Giving it a number and making it sound so... expensive?" she asked and crinkled her nose up slightly.

She was going to have to buy ten of them, or use just the one only in extreme cases. She had a habit of going through quills, and she didn't expect this would be much different.

"Just what I was looking for, though," she said somewhat distantly, watching him as he picked up another quill.

Not always known for holding back her curiosity, she tried to read the label from afar, though she didn't need to. She could recognize the look of it.

"Is that an easy grip then? Had one of those in my fourth year. Writing too much and what have you. Works well, trust me."

[sebbyrivera]

Sebastian stared at Rylie blankly. Brooms had numbers. He frowned a little, but decided against giving her what Juhi had dubbed his 'puppy eyes'. He wasn't that attached to the quills.

"I suppose they just like to distinguish between... models." He raised his eyebrows again in hopes of warding off any objections to his word choice.

Becoming a bit flustered as he realized he wasn't being as smooth as all that. That Rylie had, in fact, noticed he was looking for something in particular. Bah.

"Er, yes, I suppose," he replied and went straight over to the quill, picked it up, and turned back to Rylie. He made a pointed head movement towards the manager, who was standing at the register looking irritated.