Boy, Did They Have Fun [Open]

[Cressida Whitham]

The sorceress didn't even know why she came here in the first place. Maybe it was just for wandering, maybe it was just a mental lapse. Because, this was where... it... happened. Oh, god, that. But, of course, she hadn't been thinking about that when she put on her jacket and slid out of the door to her house. She'd just been wanting to... get out, she guessed. To evade all of the thoughts that depressed her. But, no, she'd ended up wandering to the site of one of her worst memories.

That was typical Cressida, wasn't it? She just.... didn't think at all. Not even when it was something that could potentially hurt her. Well of course, she thought now, but it was a bit late for that. She'd leaned the hard way that some things were just impossible to forget, impossible not to feel bad over. Everyone had regrets, this young witch included. Except her wounds ran deeper than most.

It was just... why Diagon Alley, of all places? Did she want to start crying at the memory of all those evil, bitter words cutting the air? The realization that she was actually listening? She remembered each and every word that was said on that day clearly. And she was starting to hear them again, ringing quietly around her mind until they rose into shouts. No. No. No. She wasn't going to think about that now.

She shook her head free of those thoughts, and, after staring at the site of that incident for a couple of seconds longer, she took a few steps forward, only to bump into something - someone - a few paces in front of her. She jumped back, blue eyes wide. "Oh my god, sorry!" she said slightly warily, kind of wondering how the person would react. God, she hoped it wouldn't be awful. When she;d done that in Hogwarts, it was an almost instant hexing. It wouldn't go that far, right? She hoped not.

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[Brent McKinney-Jackson]

Brent hated work. And children. And babies. And people. So, yes, Diagon Alley wasn't exactly the best place for him to be but he had no choice. There were presents to be bought; presents that he'd left far too late in the year to buy, since now everyone else seemed to be getting on with their last minute Christmas shopping too. They were so obnoxious! Why did people have to speak so loudly they were standing right fucking next to each other for Merlin's sake! There was also no need for all of this pushing and shoving. It was obvious that if people just calmed down and stopped rushing around like Christmas was merely minutes away then it would be easier for people to move around. Nobody got that though. Because they had tiny little brains that Brent didn't even think they were worthy of.

Christmas songs were yet another necessary thing here in Diagon Alley. Some people didn't even celebrate the damn holiday, did they? It was the same songs too, played over and over again, year after year. He got the point. It was Christmas. It was to celebrate some holy dude's birthday so now he had to waste his time buying pointless presents because of that. Well, he got to spend time with his family. That was a good thing, he supposed. As long as nobody whined about the present they received from him or it might accidentally... explode. That was a pretty awesome plan, Brent had to admit, so he made a mental note of it.

The wizard had had more than enough of everything when some idiot went and walked into him. It wasn't simply one of those irritating bumps where you lost all feeling in your arm and the other person managed to scurry away before you could get your revenge. It was a full on collision and was enough to make Brent finally snap.

In one swift movement, he'd pulled his wand from his pocket with a practised ease and had it pointed at the young witch who'd had the misfortune of walking into him, of all people. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't hex you right now." Brent sneered at the blonde. Clearly, he wasn't going to hex her because he was a head of house at Hogwarts which meant that he had to make sure he didn't do anything irresponsible in public. Unfortunately.

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[Cressida Whitham]

Yeah, the witch was kind of expecting a wand pointed in her direction. But, after closing her eyes tight, bracing herself for the obviously inevitable hex to come... something happened that she wasn't expecting. She was just expecting to be hexed, end of. But, no. She'd been given a reprieve, of sorts. That hadn't ever happened before. She wasn't entirely sure what to do with this one. What kind of reason did she give?

Warily, she opened her eyes again, blinking them in slight surprise. It was kind of obvious, from that, that she'd been expecting the spell. But, no. It had never come. Was she... disappointed? Relieved? Well, yeah, most probably relieved. Being hexed was not a nice experience; she knew better than most that being hexed was awful. That was the point; it was a hex, for crying out loud. It wasn't exactly flowers and rainbows. The name made that clear. Hex. Wasn't really a pleasant word.

Her eyebrows creased together slightly before she could stop them, though. It wasn't really that noticeable. But it still happened. Why hadn't he just hexed her on the spot? That was kind of what she'd been expecting. What normally happened. But maybe he was trying to shake things up a little? She had to credit him on that. But still. there was an impending hex on her head. She needed to... oh, who was she kidding. There was no way she'd be able to give a reason against hexing her.

She looked up into the man's chocolate brown eyes, and shook her head meekly. "There... uh... isn't one." she admitted. This was normally where the hex would go, so she braced herself again. It was just Cressida. She wasn't so important that he should hold back a hex that she rightly deserved.

[Brent McKinney-Jackson]

Go on, just make Brent's job about ten-thousand times harder, why don't you? Brent almost rolled his eyes at this woman. No, hang on, this wasn't a woman. This was a girl, clearly. You just had to look in her eyes to see that. She was pathetic, in Brent's view, which was a rather hypocritical thing for him, of all people, to say. It really was a good job Brent wasn't able to hex this infuriating witch at the moment. She just had that... that annoying look about her. Like she was a nice person without anger issues. Unlike himself.

Slowly, Brent lowered his wand but didn't put it back in his pocket just yet. It was an awful shame he didn't get to hex anyone today but it was perhaps for the best. "Well then, you're extremely lucky that I -just this once- have thought of one for you." he forced that words out bitterly, keeping a steely glare fixed on the girl.

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[Cressida Whitham]

And, for a second time, Cressida had gotten herself worked up over nothing. She wasn't going to get hexed. Well. That should have made her feel relieved, but... she couldn't help but wonder why he hadn't just hexed her there and then. It was just... weird to her. If that had anyone else, she'd have been hexed, no questions asked. He didn't appear to be the type that would chicken out of anything. Nor did he exactly look like the type that would necessarily take pity on anyone. So she wasn't being spared because he was scared, or because he pitied her. No. there must have been a different reason.

She had a kind of curious look in her eyes when she next looked up, although she didn't bother to ask. She merely nodded. She really, really wasn't sure why he had done what he had, but, if she had the impertinence to ask, she would definitely be hexed. Well, it was probable. He seemed to have a relatively short fuse, so if she persisted... yeah, that would get annoying. Very annoying.

"Right, right..." she mumbled somewhat awkwardly. This really wasn't like her at all. Normally she would have been slightly less... skittish, shall we say. If she'd have just been hexed, she would have been able to hold her ground more. But she'd never been threatened with a hex before. She'd been hexed. Never threatened.

Maybe she should have been grateful, which she was. But, honestly? As already said, this was a huge first. And she was just so curious as to why the hex had never happened.. She didn't purposely make this obvious, though. She just gave a nervous sort of smile. "Uh... thanks? I guess." she muttered, before sidestepping a small amount. Maybe she could just act like this never happened? Yeah, that seemed like a good idea.

[Brent McKinney-Jackson]

The wizard was beginning to calm down by this point, although the girl's general behaviour still did tick him off quite a bit. He didn't know whether he should just push past her and get on with his shopping or... well, he didn't know. But, yes, that seemed like the most practical thing to do at the moment. It was a more than just a childish thing to do but, then again, that was Brent, wasn't it?

Smirking, he purposely shoved past the woman, ignoring her completely, but then threw a quiet 'Bah Humbug!' over his shoulder. Brent found that hilarious for some reason. He'd make an excellent Scrooge, and maybe that should be offensive but it actually wasn't.

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