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Date/Time: August 2003
Location: Diagon Alley
Open To: Young Illi-poo
Currently Involving: Younger Alli-cat
( It's the most wonderful time of the year! )
Location: Diagon Alley
Open To: Young Illi-poo
Currently Involving: Younger Alli-cat
( It's the most wonderful time of the year! )
Not that he himself was boring! Not by far! It'd be a near crime to insinuate that a member of the Hawkins family, no matter how far detached, like Illiad, could possibly be boring! It was a veritable sin! Even the Muggle members of the family were eccentric-- one of Illiad's aunts had married a Muggle and given birth to three Muggle children-- one who'd run away and become a shaman for a tribe in South America, one who made dolls for a living, and one who was a serial killer. Very interesting people. No, no, no! Illiad was not boring-- he wasn't even from boring stock. Hejust liked his peace and quiet. It meant he could think.
"I don't cry when I meet famous people," Illiad said, his voice dripping with contempt. "He was perfectly normal."
"And my name is Illiad Laertes Patrokles Achilles Hawkins," he grumbled. He figured if she'd been observing him so closely, why hadn't she been watching him on the Quidditch field? He was far better known there and then she would've definitely known his name.
"And don't even try to make fun of it!" It was his pride and joy, his name. Except maybe that last bit there. The rest had been given to him by his beloved mother, who was Greek and who loved telling him the old stories. He'd always felt very personal about the characters who shared one of his names and took any insult to them personally.
He just glared when the ice cream maker offered to take his water.
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