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Tallygarunga
a non-canon au potterverse roleplay
November, 2019 :: Spring


A Cup of Co- Milkshake

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Sturt ☆ Sixth Year ☆ Student, Team Seekerharu
17 year old Halfbreed Dhampir ☆ He/Him

Suho already knew where he wanted to go - back to school. It had been a terrible idea to go out for a spin after classes (he had thought the weather was decent, but then his skin started to burn and well, the rest is history). But for some strange reason, as the boy walked past the fondly familiar milk bar run by the capable, friendly Mr Kempsey,  the sight of all those swirled cream and cakes and cold brews twisted his stomach. "I'm not hungry," he said aloud. A couple of passersby shot him strange looks. The guttural growl his stomach released in response begged to differ.

Which was how he found himself slipping through the doors, wincing internally at the sing-song tinkle of the bell. It was way too crowded that afternoon for his comfort or liking for such a confined space, but beggars couldn't be choosers. "Hey, Mr Kempsey." He had always liked the man. His lined, weathered face always effused a sort of warmth that could instantly put hearts and minds at ease. Suho pinched the neck of his green hoodie, trying to ignore how he was practically being ogled at by some students from Tally who recognised him, then asked for a large vanilla milkshake topped with hazelnuts (a boring choice, but that was how he usually liked it best). Even to his ears, his voice sounded low and tired. Mr Kempsey looked over him in concern but said nothing, a fact that he greatly appreciated.

Once his towering drink with the eye-catching striped straw was slid across the counter, Suho took it upon himself to seek a table slightly away from the general hubbub, where he'd most likely not be disturbed. The moment he sat down, however, the door swung open once again and in came a face he only knew too well, indirectly, at least. For all Colette Auclair spoke of her sister, one might have thought she was a demon or something. Well, she was a Spencer, and that was somewhat close. But otherwise she was miles more demure and peppy than her polar opposite could ever be. And before he could help it, "Gwen Auclair?" The words slipped off his tongue, and a split-second later he was already wishing he could take it all back. Conversation was the last thing he needed right now.

A slight heat crawled into his ears, but Suho's features were gratefully still relaxed, impassive, though for how long more, he wasn't entirely certain. He wrapped his long fingers around the slightly moist chill of the glass's surface, the only giveaway of his restlessness.

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Spencer ☆ Fourth Year ☆ Adventurer, Wandering Bard, Destroyer of Things✩ Kirupachi
15 year old Halfbreed Veela ☆ She/Her

Maybe living in a small town wasn't so bad. It beat being stuck in Durmstrang for a whole year by leaps and bounds, but the shipping waiting times for Muggle media were quite horrifying; nevertheless, Gwendoline had grown fond of the area in the couple weeks she'd spent around. One would think the local murder would serve as a detractor, but it only spurred on her intense curiosity to explore every nook and cranny of Narragyambie and commit it to memory.

One of the places she had been brought to early on, courtesy of Laurie, was Mrs. Kempsey's Corner Store. It quickly became a favorite of Gwendoline's and she'd gone visit it near every day ever since (hopefully Colette didn't hate her too much about blowing that month's book budget). Her sweet tooth had gone into overdrive with the delightful treats, pastries and beverages for sale and she was fairly positive that she was in danger of developing diabetes. 'Can a Veela become diabetic? I should ask mom about it...'

She had barely managed to order a salted caramel milkshake dotted in pretzels, truly an extravagant concoction (much like her own personality), by the time her name was verbalized within the store, and it wasn't from any of the employees. With an ear twitching out of curiosity, she looked over to whomever had tried to catch her attention. 'Mission accomplished?'

"Hm?" It was pleasantly surprising that someone called her 'Gwen' rather than 'Gwendoline' without her having to say so - but how did this pasty looking teenager manage to get it right without ever having met her before? Had Colette gone around and trash talked her to everyone in town before Gwendoline ever had a chance to make more than a handful of acquaintances? 'Low blow, sis, low blow.'

"Autographs are ten bucks." The Spencer declared, barely containing herself from showing off a devilish smirk. "But if you know me, it's only fair if you tell me who you are, eh?" Her accent was far milder than Colette's, given her obsession with western media as well as forcing Laurie to speak to her in English back in the day constantly.

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Sturt ☆ Sixth Year ☆ Student, Team Seekerharu
17 year old Halfbreed Dhampir ☆ He/Him

Suho stared as the girl swung around, fixing him with a curious stare that only served to amplify his regret over the entire matter. Stupid move. Now she's going to know you know her sister, who is probably the most bitter lemon under the sun. But then he decided, with a suppressed sigh, that perhaps he should give this chance encounter a, well, chance. She seemed to be perfectly cordial, at any rate.

"Har har," Suho replied, thoroughly unamused but somewhat understanding that she had only meant it in good fun. Spencers. What a tiring bunch. "Already got one from your wonderful sister." Gwendoline probably wouldn't want to know that Colette indeed had spoken of her on more occasions he could count, and not very kindly either. Though he guessed she already would have had an inkling of the matter. When she asked for his name (or rather, he instantly inferred so from her words. Spencers. Always liked to speak in irritating riddles), Suho raised a slight eyebrow, mildly amused. "You wouldn't want to know."

But he told her anyway, to indulge her a little. "Suho. Kyun Suho. Hopefully, you have never heard of me." The Kyuns' reputation in the neighbourhood was hardly a squeaky clean one. First, there was all of that dark stigma about Dhampirs hanging over their heads. Secondly, he had a feeling not everyone had forgotten his little episode back in Whitlam Bilby. Gwen and her sister were both new to Australia, but he wouldn't put it past her not to have heard at least something, especially with all her apparent enthusiasm in exploring the place.

Suho took a long sip from his milkshake, the richly cold sweetness practically melting on his tongue. He welcomed the biting chill - he could never quite understand what his friends called 'brain freeze' (was that an excuse for the lack of sufficient brain cells, or what?). He eyed her impassively over the rim of his tall glass. If she had sense, she would wisely stay away from him, but Suho had heard enough about her to register her rather bold nature (courtesy of Colette) and it wouldn't surprise him at all if she suddenly decided to invite herself to his table. Not that he would have preferred her running away in disgust.

So much for peace and quiet. It seemed that was a rare commodity these days.

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Spencer ☆ Fourth Year ☆ Adventurer, Wandering Bard, Destroyer of Things✩ Kirupachi
15 year old Halfbreed Veela ☆ She/Her

Gwendoline leaned upon the counter with one arm while her gaze remained trained on the Korean boy. Much like she had deduced, he had ran into Colette before - it was unlikely that Laurie of all people was running her mouth about the youngest of the Auclair sisters, after all - and, from the boy's wording and intonation, she could easily deduce her dearest sister gave him hell. In a way she found it rather humorous as some things would never change, but on the other hand she felt like Colette was in for a rude awakening if she thought people would take a liking to her in Australia like they did back in Durmstrang.

'Not everyone around here walks around with a pine tree up their ass like she does.'

"Well, I sure have as of now." What a peculiar young man, introducing himself a la James Bond. Did he expect her to refer to him in a certain way? 'Well, I'd dodge that... But he's referred to me correctly, guess I can spare that courtesy for once.' Suho didn't seem too bad a fellow in her point of view, at least not yet. If he disliked Colette, he probably wasn't as pretentious as she was (or perhaps he was moreso, which would possibly contribute to a clash) yet he wasn't as chilled out as Laurie. However, the fact he wasn't leering at her over the Veela magic swirling around her frame that she couldn't control certainly earned him some brownie points.

As the milkshake she ordered was placed on the counter, she turned her head around and smiled at Mr. Kempsey. "Thanks." Placing the payment upon the counter (and knowing it by heart, putting down the correct amount to the cent), she took the cup, carefully balancing it - perhaps those baton balancing lessons were finally showing what they were truly useful for - and she unceremoniously sat upon a chair by the table Suho was at, not bothering to ask for permission.

"An enemy of my enemy is my friend." She spoke before taking the straw to her lips temporarily, experiencing the sugary goodness she had just ordered before continuing. "Mm. That's the stuff. Anyway, what's up? Did she look like she was about to step on you or something? Or, did she actually do it?"

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