A Magical Roleplaying Experience 

Ireland and the British Isles are in the midst of the rise of one of their magical world's most feared wizards of all time.
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 #34660  by Wyatt Reid
 
Location: Magic Neep Grocery • Date: January 13


Wyatt stopped, his hand tightening on the basket with all the fresh produce he had picked up as he reached out with his free hand to grab Bridget's arm. "Hey, you. Don't run off," he said sternly, tugging on her arm so the four year old turned to face him. "What did I tell you about that?" he added, bending down to his sister's eye level.

"Something might happen?" the child piped up in a small voice. Wyatt nodded.

"Yep. So you gotta stay close," he replied, standing up again and turning to the display of berries. He then became aware of someone watching him and paused, turning back around. "Got a problem?" Sure, he was a young, 20 something man alone in a grocery store with a four year old. Didn't mean people could stare at him.
 #35210  by Peter Pettigrew
 
Peter quite enjoyed shopping for groceries; it was fairly low risk and rarely offered any real trouble aside from his close brushes with the snapping vine tomatoes. It was a good time to get away from The Order of Phoenix and its responsibilities. technically, getting food supplies for the meetings was a very helpful thing to be doing. Not that he was a maid or a servant or anything, but he could at least pretend he was being somewhat useful whilst they all practiced dueling and discussed plans to keep the peace.

He liked the discussions about things...it was when it came to, you know, doing them.

A voice caught his attention, his hand still grasped around a Bramley apple, clearly unaware that it was a cooking apple and not a snacking apple. He blinked at the man and his...daughter? He looked very young to be a father, perhaps not much older than Peter himself! He'd never been that promiscuous as a teenager...not really out of choice, but still!

As he was called out for staring, Peter jumped almost violently.

"What? No! Of course not, just - just looking, really. I -uhm..." He held up the fruit in his hand. "Apples." He said lamely.

He cleared his throat, looking away, wishing one of his friends was here to help back him up. But surely inquiring wouldn't lead to a brawl, would it?

"You're a fairly young father. It's just not very common, really." He spoke, unaware of how truly rude and invasive that was to assume.
 #35214  by Carrie Foxworth
 
Carrie was a suppose to go grocery shopping right. But she end up different area of London yes. It was suppose to nonmagical part of area but like it or not she end up magical part due to friend of her want to go Hogmeade part.

So might well see if they nonmagical because her grandmother could not stand anything magical but she herself had long red hair she had put it up bun so it would not get all over the food. She glance toward the area and it seem communion or some sortie fight was about to a happen.

She was thinking heading back toward the exit if there was fight of some sortie. She duck behind loaf bread area that is she was hiding of course from it as well.
 #35298  by Wyatt Reid
 
After his initial comment, Wyatt took a moment to take in the other man. Small, beady. Kind of creepy. His hand reached for Bridget's and he held it more securely as he listened to the man stammering. Okay, maybe not as threatening as he thought. He still held his sister's hand, though.

"Apples, yeah. That's what those are called," he replied dryly, rolling his eyes. He was about to turn back to his own business (which now included getting Bridget out of there quickly), when the dreaded comment came. Really, people could stand to be more original. He breathed out through his nose and turned to face the man.

"Even if it was any of your business, which it isn't," he started, his voice low, "why does it matter?" He stared the other man down, absently noticing the redhead ducking behind the bread. That reminded him that there were other people around, and it wouldn't be good to cause a scene. "For the record, she's my sister, not that I have to explain that to anyone."