Diagon Alley [Open to Any and All?]

[mightbeclever]

Mum had wanted to go to Diagon Alley and Uncle Andre, just to show him around…prove somehow that they weren’t less than the French because they were in England. It meant, really, that Leon had wanted to go too…just to see what Uncle Andre thought, to just be near him in a way that was probably a bit too puppish in the eyes of many. There were days

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[forgotherkeys]

No, Janis wasn't toting around new knitting patters for cat sweaters, because that'd just be weird in August. Nor was she humming Please Excuse My Face because once again. Weird.

Either way, one was hidden and the other was stopped when she saw Leon a few meters away. She started to bounce, trying to flag him down all the while going 'psst' and shouting his name.

So much for not being weird.

[mightbeclever]

Leon blinked, watching Janis for a few moments. It wasn't that he was...unhappy to see her, it was just that she wasn't exactly the people he was looking for.

"Hey," he said, hands stuffed in his pockets as he made his way to her. "Thought you got all your school stuff last week, what are you doing here?"

[forgotherkeys]

She stuffed her packet of papers in the back of her pants, the yarn uhm... well... it went under her arm. He wouldn't notice, right?

"Buying... cat.... stuff. What are you up to!?!"

[mightbeclever]

He reached out and tugged at the yarn until he had it in his hands and raised a brow.

"Cat stuff?" He smirked. She was odd, but he rather liked her because of it. "I'm looking for my Mum and Uncle. My Uncle's here! He's going to buy a house in London, it is really a bit exciting. He's never left France before."

[forgotherkeys]

"Oi!" She reaches to grab it back, "Cats need yarn too!" and... sweaters.

"Like... never? He's never been to even like... Switzerland?"

[mightbeclever]

He kept it just out of her reach, turning to inspect it carefully before finally letting her steal it back. "What do cats need with yarn, really? Don't they have like...birds to play with?"

As for Andre, Leon shrugged. "Maybe. I don't know, but he talks about how France is superior to all other places. But Meme and Pepe are getting old, and he wants to be closer to family."

Leon, however, was failing to mention how the rest of the family was less thrilled than he was to hear this.

[forgotherkeys]

"Wallace get's cold still.... he needs... sweaters" She stuffs the yarn back under her arm and nodded, fully aware of how crack-brained that sounded.

"He is? Leon- that's amazing! Are you going to like... hang out all the time and all that?"

[mightbeclever]

"...Ha! You make him sweaters?" He grinned, before shaking his head. "That is sort of cute." He wouldn't tease her too much. There were odder things in Hogwarts, a jumper on a cat wasn't that off.

"Oh yeah, loads. He's already said I could help teach him how to get around London. Can't wait." Even if his parents didn't exactly approve of this.

[forgotherkeys]

"Of course I do!" She laughed a bit, relaxing a bit, "trust me, everyone says he's naked as is..."

"What all are you going to do?"

[mightbeclever]

"Well, he is." Leon offered with a smile. "You can't deny the truth, no matter how eccentric you are."

He shrugged, though, looking along the street in hopes of spotting someone in his family. "Don't know really. Not yet anyway."

[forgotherkeys]

"I can always try~" She grins back up at him, "You'll just have to meet him."

She turns, following his gaze, "got a date or something?"

[mightbeclever]

"Yeah, I suppose you can." He smirked, before shoving her playfully. As for her second question, he shook his head and looked back at her. "Just lost the people I was with. My Mum, Gael and Uncle Andre. I was reading, and when I looked up everyone was gone."

[forgotherkeys]

She laughs, tipping only a little before smacking him back, "Well... they can't be far. Not like this is London Proper or anything... We could look?"

[mightbeclever]

"Nah, I'll find them later." He smiled at her. "You want some ice cream?"

[forgotherkeys]

"Sure! Just lemme grab a bag or something to throw this stuff in, I didn't anticipate carrying it around much." She steps back towards the nearest rack, grinning, "any particular flavor?"

[mightbeclever]

"Here, I can carry it." He smiled at her, holding out his hands for her to hand it over. He didn't mind, and it really didn't look like it was all that much really.

"Flavour?" He shrugged, "I don't know really. I usually pick the special. What about you?"