lollipop, lollipop, oo, lolli-lollipop, lollipop!

[septimus]

septimusryanedwards
reserved for dahlia yvette de luca

,honeydukes was one of a kind. since leaving hogwarts, septimus had tried every other sweets, ice cream, and coffee place to fill his sugar addiction but found he just could not get by without the items from honeydukes. the jelly slugs, sugar quills, and blood flavored lollipops all just called to him when he needed a sugar rush on those certain days. he would need to go to honeydukes or he would not be satisfied. it was septimus' guilty pleasure.
,today was one of those certain days. he just yearned for something to put him in a diabetic coma, so before he knew it he found himself in hogsmeade. tim walked around a bit, getting a drink at the three broomsticks, and getting some actual quills at the quill shop before heading to the store.
,the bells made a harmonious noise. these bells were the high pitched soprano bells that greeted septimus as he walked through the door. he looked around and was in the same awe he was in every time he entered the store. there were shelves upon shelves of different flavored candies. he felt like he was in his second year again, spending all his christmas money on sweets. he was prepared this time though. he had limited himself to ten dollars and only brought ten dollars to make sure he stuck to that limit. septimus often broke the rules, even his own rules.
, sugar quills, here i come! septimus said quietly aloud. he had brought a laptop bag he sometimes used to carry things with him from store to store at hogsmeade. he had made sure to make room for all the things he was going to buy at the sweets shop. tim began to rush around the store and pick up a few items here and there. once he found items he liked he stacked him on the cashier counter top. within a few minutes he had to stop because he had obtained a large pile. now he just had to wait for someone to wait on him.

,he waited several minutes. before becoming somewhat frustrated. hello? he called out. septimus tried to think back. he was pretty sure the sign said open. he wouldn't have just been able to walk into a closed shop. he looked to the front of the store to try and see the sign when he heard the bells ring. hello? tim timidly repeated again.

[DAHLIA YVETTE DE LUCA]

ON THE GOOD SHIP.... SUGAR QUILL?

There were few things in the small shopping plaza of Hogsmeade that temped Dahlia down from her cosy bedroom and into the cool air of the outside world. After all she had everything she could ever need up at the school, why did she need to leave it? The simple answer to the question was; sugar quills. Ah the damnable little things had been drawing her in since she was a child and first touched down on the english soil she now called her home.

With hardly contained excitement flashing her her eyes, the taste of the indulgent sweets was already filling her eager mouth, flooding the space with saliva that was just too sweet to mimic the snack. Maybe she had become addicted to the taste? But as any one with a problem would, she denied it fiercely, secretly conducting her business of acquiring such products away from the prying eyes of others. It had got to the point that when she left the halls of her school, destined for her home on the coast, that she missed the memory of her fix and had more often than not, ordered them to be flown into her bedroom window, the perks of a family fortune were endless!

No matter how hard she resisted, a trip into the wizarding village could not be finished without first crossing the threshold and hearing the tiny ding of the bell that announced her entrance into a sweet toothed girls heaven. Even now as she pushed open the door as she had so many times before, she felt like a child, in, funnily enough, a candy shop.

The smile on her face was automatic at the ding, but as she heard a boy before her calling out impatiently a small furrow appeared between her high elegant brows. There was something strangely familiar about the boy but she couldn't place her finger on it, probably just another student.

Not wanting to startle him, she made her way over with steps that were easily heard before halting beside him and offering, in a french tinged accent You should ring the bell finishing with a smile she leant over the counter and tapped the small gold plated bell with her hand, listening to the metallic sound echo through the shop.

[septimus]

septimusryanedwards

,septimus studied her as soon as he could see her. he could not see her for several moments around all the displays and barrels filled with sweets. the even noises of her shoes against the wooden floor of honeydukes was the first thing he noted and second was her accent when she spoke. she came into site, told him that he should have rang the bell, and then did it for him. her speaking voice had an accent that was slight but quite apparent. tim had an accent much like it but his was a scottish-british accent rather than a french-british accent. if the accent hadn't been enough to knock him off his feet, the girl's stunning looks were. she smiled a large smile while she rang the bell and nearly mesmerized him.
,septimus had to get his stuff together. he was practically drooling over the girl. tim realized she was most likely still a hogwarts student and that would be uncomfortable on all levels. he decided to respond to her. i never quite noticed the bell. clever idea you had there. he said this and then looked down to the shiny bell. from there his eyes lingered to his humongous pile of candy. he realized he probably looked like some sort of sugar freak, but the truth was he was a sugar freak. i know it looks kinda weird and it is. my name is septimus edwards and i am addicted to candy.
,as he laughed at his own joke, he had an epiphany. he knew the girl. she was still a hogwarts student, but an older one, a seventh year. the girl was in his former house and was always just two years below him. as he studied her face once again, tim tried his hardest to remember her name. her faced seemed as if it had matured which made the task more daunting. but then it popped into his head as another epiphany. dahlia de luca. septimus remember for one reason. he always sympathized with her. the girl had a sister who was in slytherin and the two got ripped apart due to the rivalry rift. the same thing happened to him. they were never in the same circles but whenever he had seen dahlia he felt her pain.

,part of him wanted to tell her his memory. and a larger part told him not to. he just waited and waited until she would respond to his introduction of himself. maybe she would remember him from their younger memories as he remembered her.

[DAHLIA YVETTE DE LUCA]

ON THE GOOD SHIP.... SUGAR QUILL?

Many people could have easily and quickly taken offense to such a gesture as the one the girl just made, after all, who wanted to be shown up in front of anyone, even if it was just a little student. Of course, she did not see herself as just that, at eighteen she was fast out growing the walls that caged her and longed for the freedom that would require others to treat her as, if not an equal, as an adult. Maybe if she had been on of the youngest in the year she wouldn't have minded, but of legal age, it was hard to remind herself why she was required to stay in education.

Fixing a bright smile on her face she stepped back from the desk, pulling her hand back and letting it fall gracefully to her side, didn't want to crowd the guy. Waiting patiently she studied him for a moment, wondering if his attractive exterior would be housing some maniac who was about to reach out and throttle her for her gaul, Dahlia sure hoped not, it would be such a waste of a pretty face.

As soon as he spoke she became slightly more relaxed and the tautness to the edge of her smile melted away as she detected a hint of an accent. Why thankyou, but I have to admit I think it's down more to my addiction to this little place than to my perceptive mind charm oozed from her words as was always, politely lacing each word with a welcomeness that was just Dahlia.

Not thinking anything about his apparent need for a sugar kick she instead commented on his voice Another foreigner I see there was a teasing between the words of her own as she thickened the french drawl that slid from between her lips.

Up close it was plain she knew him somewhat, though that wasn't a surprise almost every young adult passed through the Halls of Hogwarts, but she had an inkling this boy had been a member of her very own house. Deciding to blow away any uncertainty, she offered him her hand out of habit, quickly stopping as she saw his laden arms and giving a tinkling laugh.

Dahlia De Luca was her final offer as she let her arm drop once more, unperturbed by her inability to shake his hand, though physical contact with such a boy would not have been completely unwelcome. The thought made her flush slightly and as she fought of the rising colour in her cheeks she made a show of turning her head this way and that to search for someone who could help them.

I do hope we won't be alone, the temptation would be too much!

[septimus]

septimusryanedwards

,the temptation of wanting to start eating all the candy, septimus assumed she meant. but that temptation would not be there due to the fact, one moment later an extremely elderly looking man came out of the back of the store mummuring apologies. tim tried to tell him that it was fine but the man had already began to complain about the horrible ailments of old age. septimus just nodded and let the man vent. the man looked worn and everyone was entitled to a good vent now and then. as septimus nodded and listened while the man rang his pile of candy up, he looked towards dahlia. she had been the girl he remembered from his years at hogwarts.

, i don't think we ever official met, but i was in your house at hogwarts," he sighed before continuing, i've been out of hogwarts for two years. i really miss it quite often. a pang of sadness showed in his eyes as he spoke about his longing for hogwarts. it wasn't as much hogwarts as a time when things were just simpler. a time when getting good marks and pests known as slytherins were the biggest problems one encountered. i'm studying magizoology now.


,he began to feel like an idiot. septimus was afraid that he was blubbering on without her really listen. he hoped that she wasn't doing what he had been doing to the old man running honeydukes, just letting him blabber on to give him his time to speak. tim looked up to the old man and inspected his polka dotted bow tie and the man's suspenders. the senior citizen had style. tim waitied another moment and then the manager had finished ringing him up. tim payed the man the large sum he owed and then grabbed his heavy bag.

,he underestimated the weight of the bag. and when he grabbed it, it was weighted down imensely. septimus looked towards the girl, hoping his blabbering on hadn't lost her interest. he was unsure if he should leave or try and pursue a conversation with the girl. tim tried to think of all the things she had said. maybe something he could turn into an icebreaker for the two. he remembered dahlia's french accent and her calling him a fellow foreigner.

,septimus backed away from the cash register so others could get to it. and i'm not really a foreigner, i guess. not in the immigration sense of the word. my father moved to england as an adult and i stayed at his house in the summer. scotland wore on my easily. septimus thickened his own accent when he said scotland and it scared him when he did. with a thick accent, he shouldn't like a carbon copy of his father.

[DAHLIA YVETTE DE LUCA]

ON THE GOOD SHIP.... SUGAR QUILL?

Dark chocolate coloured eyes scanned the shelves around the till that were laden with enough sweets and candys to make the rest of the shop unnecessary, well except for the shelf that housed her precious sugar quills. The fantasy of pocketed them all and making a run for it, though very unGryffindor of her, was ruined as a slightly withered looking man appeared from behind a string curtain that had blocked their view of the back of the shop.

Trying to hide her childish disappointment about an act that she would have never brought herself to do, she flashed the man a charming smile before turning once more towards the boy at her side, or maybe now he was a man? Dahlia had always had problems distinguishing between the words, despite her complete grasp of the language. Letting the man chunter under his breath before she spoke again, her smile remained fixed though she turned to Septimus and rolled her eyes heavenwards, Dahlia usually thought old people were cute, but when she couldn't understand what they were saying she found it hard to respect them.

Well let me mark this as our official first meeting her mood contrasted with the sudden turn his own took as his wistful eyes reacted to the words spilling from his mouth. In reply, with a teasing glint to her eye she met his own Is leaving that bad? though she joked the thought of how she would leave her life afterwards had been a frequent presence in her mind.

Listening to his career choice reminded her that her life was not necessarily destined to be spent in the boring cream coloured corridors of the Ministry of Magic. Really? Wow that sounds more interesting than anything I've been offered in careers week she had never thought that cauldron maker was really her ideal dream job.

Stifling a giggle she watched him struggle with the weight of the bag and felt a twang of sympathy towards him, no one liked being caught of guard in the presence of someone they didn't know very well. To save him from too much embarrassment she danced lightly around the shelf and grabbed a handful of sugar quills, their placement was of course memorized, before appearing once more, arms laden. Almost forgot my fix, hoping he wasn't beginning to think she had a severe problem she dropped them on the counter and waited for the man to repeat the process he had completed only moments before.

It was quite refreshing to listen to someone news story and he caught her attention easily whilst she waited for her own bag that was placed before her momentarily. With a smile they exchanged money and she turned to Septimus. I guess it's just me then, I moved here when I was seven Dahlia had no reservations about sharing such information.

As she suddenly found herself at a loose end with no where to go but out the front door she glanced at the boy beside her. So.. I was going to go get some coffee, you would be welcome to join me hoping she wasn't speaking out of place and didn't appear too forward she quickly added Only if you aren't busy that is.

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[septimus]

septimusryanedwards

,it's marked now. we've met, septimus smirked at her before continuing, and it isn't bad. i love my work. i just miss the school and being a kid. tim followed dahlia towards the door after she got rang up. as she did, he tried to calculate her age. she had to be seventeen or eighteen, so she most likely understood about missing the whims of childhood. dahlia wasn't quite a child anymore either.

, septimus never had to pay attention during any sort of career week. he knew from his first care of magical creatures class what he wanted to be. tim would become the man who tamed the wicked beast. he was thinking about his first care of magical creatures class when he heard dahlia speak about her being the only true immigrant in the two of them. i guess it is just you. i'm just a fake immigrant.

,before tim had the chance to ask dahlia what part of france she was from, they were at the door and she was asking him a question of her own. and the question was the question that secure septimus' premonition the two would be friends. she invited him to coffee. coffee was another one os septimus' addictions, right below taking care of creatures and candies.

, coffee sounds absolutely wonderful. septimus said with a small smile he was trying to hide. he scooted past dahlia to open the door for her, dragging his bag behind him. septimus opened the large door, looked up at the soprano bells saying almost a goodbye to then, and then went through the door, so that he could hold it open for her. the outside air was geting more and more brisk and hurt as it hit against he face.

[DAHLIA YVETTE DE LUCA]

ON THE GOOD SHIP.... SUGAR QUILL?

Hiking her bag into her arms she quickly moved to reposition her possessions. Thankfully, for once, as she had left the cosy bedroom she shared with her friends, she had had her wits closely around her and remember to grab her bag. From the outside it definitely did not look large enough to accommodate for such a haul, but as she opened the clasps expertly it became evident by the contents inside that there was a magical enhancement on the expensive designer bag. It allowed Dahlia to have the best of both worlds, she could enjoy the small designer bags she had grown to love through her mothers extravagant taste and still be practical. Widening the opening she scrunched the paper bag of goodies into the bag, pushing until the entire brown container had disappeared into the bowels of the burgundy bag that hung from her arm. With a bright smile she snapped the fastener shut and turned back to Septimus, obviously pleased with herself.

Good, though it is a shame it took us so long inside she couldn't help but believe her words completely, maybe she might have had some chance with a guy like him when they were both within the educational system, now, she still couldn't even fathom that he'd be interested in her, despite the small age difference. As he spoke of how he missed school, she nodded slightly, in truth she could understand what he meant, there would always be a part of her that missed the halls of Hogwarts, but the promise of freedom was all she could think of at the moment. I suppose I understand, though from my point of view I can't wait to be out in the big wide world there words were slightly wistful and she was aware of how young they made her sound so she quickly moved on,

At his label of herself she flashed him a grin, teasing words leaving her life Imposter still smiling she gave a small shrug to her slender shoulders Though I suppose you get the best of both worlds, Scotland is a hell of a lot closer than France the only time Dahlia got the chance to see her homeland was christmas and some summers, though the family had been choosing different holiday destinations for the past view years, much to Dahlia's annoyance, even though she did enjoy exploring the far corners of Europe.

Glad that he had accepted her proposal and not run screaming down the opposite end of the busy street, Dahlia stepped out of the door of the small shop, filling her lungs with a new breath of fresh air as was automatic once she set foot outside the door of any building. Grateful for him holding the door she flashed him a small smile in thanks before turning back to the subject at hand. As her feet came to a halt on the cobbles however, the only place her mind could think of to sit down and have a steaming cup of life giving coffee was Madam Puddifoots and she would hate the reputation of the place to suggest to him that she was trying to lure him into a false sense of security before pouncing on the poor boy. Chewing on her lip for a moment she assessed the situation before turning her eyes back up to him. Puddifoots? she enquired shyly, half hoping he knew somewhere and half hoping he didn't.

Dahlia had always enjoyed the warm atmosphere and the lace after all.

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[septimus]

septimusryanedwards

,i think if you knew my sister, you wouldn't think being stuck in an abandon manor with her each summer would be the best of both worlds. he said jokingly but meant it in all truth. it was just a joke in a lot of ways. those summers were great despite the fights and their repressed family dynamic. but, i suppose you are right in a lot of ways with the best of both worlds. even if it makes me an imposter.

,septimus frowned slightly thinking of going into puddifoot's. part of him completely loved the place. it was ridiculously covered with lace, low lights, and frilly items. it was funny how ridiculous it was designed. that amused him, as did when he went in there and saw the hogwart's kids on dates, thinking they were finding their "true love" on a teen date. though septimus could be consider sensitive on many levels, septimus was pretty uncomfortable in madam puddifoot's. it was all a little too lame for him. septimus thought about it and realized that the hog's head and three broomsticks were probably too crowded and their coffee most likely was bad anyway.

, puddifoot's will work, i suppose. he looked up towards her. septimus had a very easy tolerance for becoming cold. being in the early fall cold, his lip got a blue tint to them and he shivered. septimus walked a bit faster so he and dahlia could be at the same pace. they walked along the cobblestone path towards puddifoot's and with each step he shivered a little. bloody hell, it's cold out here. i cannot stand freezing like this. tim said with a smile towards dahlia. there was a quiver in his voice from shaking. first time meeting her and dahlia already knew one of tim's weaknesses.

, before he knew it, septimus and dahlia were only a few feet away from puddifoot's. it looked less crowded than normal which made tim have a sigh of relief. that small café did not need to be stuffed with people. tim dashed towards the door, half-trying to be a gentleman, hal-motivated by getting out of the cold, and as he did he thought of how it was a shame that they met when tim was out of school. things could always work out, with some work. ladies first, septimus said feeling cheesy.

[DAHLIA YVETTE DE LUCA]

ON THE GOOD SHIP.... SUGAR QUILL?

It was a slight surprise that she was having a friendly conversation with someone older than her, it was so common to find that people that were fresh out of Hogwarts immediately turned on everyone younger than them, instantly deciding they were beneath them because they were unfortunately still in school. Dahlia's sister had been even more of a bane to her existence once she had graduated from the Halls of Hogwarts.

A smile curled her lips as he mentioned his sister Don't worry, I know just what it's like not to get on with your siblings, Dahlia wasn't sure she'd ever spoken a truer word, she couldn't even remember the last time she'd had a normal conversation with her sister, the few times they did exchange words was due to formalities or when one needed something from the other, but 'pass the salt' hardly constituted to a healthy sisterly relationship.

I don't mind you being an impostor all that much she followed the words with a small shrug before flashing a charming smile towards him, hoping she didn't sound too pathetic with her words. In truth she was slightly glad that he then agreed to go to the small coffee shop, she had always loved the atmosphere, even if it did make her uncomfortable to watch teenagers smooch around her.

Their pace was brisk as they walked down the street, fighting the unfamiliar cold in their own little way with each stop, but it made the distance short and left Dahlia with a warm feeling spreading through her body. His own reaction brought another laugh from her, she just couldn't help it. Shouldn't I be the one complaining about the weather? she teased lightly, noting the quiver in his voice and immediately deciding it was very cute.

Watching him dash ahead she moved to follow, the small smile still on her place as he offered her the door. Matching him with the cheesiness she gave a small curtsey as a joke and gave a grin How proper of us with a grateful nod she stepped inside, suddenly enveloped in a swirl of heat that wrapped itself around her welcomingly. The cafe as always smelt deliciously of hot coffee and cakes that teased her nostrils as she slipped from the warmth of her coat, revealing the flowery dress beneath, far too summery for such weather, but she loved it none the less.

Pointing towards a table she silently motioned Septimus forward, deciding that the slightly more private table by the window would protect them from being surrounded on all sides by the hormone driven teens. As she walked to the table she suddenly found the irony in her sense, she was a teenager after all and if she had someone willing to come to places like this she would be more than readily to sit their holding their hands and kissing over the top of sweet tea.

The thought made her blush slightly, the colour increasingly as she glanced at Septimus, her mind working furiously as she imagined such things with him.

[septimus]

septimusryanedwards

,the first thing to hit septimus was the strong smell of caffeinated coffee and then one of the café's tables which were all places several inches apart from one another. somehow he, not have remembering the extremes of the café, underestimated the extreme of how close kids crammed next to one another. he maneuvered around the table and rubbed the spot where he hit his leg. septimus was trying to guess when it would begin to bruise.

,septimus, like a good boy, followed directions and went to the table that dahlia pointed out for the two of them. it was the best table that she could have picked in the entire café. despite the cafe having near to no privacy, it was the most secluded table which was near the window. quite ironic. tim sat down as soon as he came to the table and dropped his extremely heavy bag of candy and goodies down next to him. then, tim looked towards dahlia. he knew what he wanted he was just waiting for her.

, this place hasn't changed in the least. septimus said continuing to watch dahlia. i haven't been here in years. this isn't really my first choice for a date anymore. but saying this, tim was lying to himself. he didn't date and while at hogwarts he most definitely didn't date. as he looked to the cold fall forming outside, and then back dahlia, tim figured she might have taken his words wrong. not that this is a date or anything. blood rushed to septimus's face causing a crimson blush to come across his cheeks. not that i wouldn't go on a date. after that line, the blush deepened. he started beating himself up mentally. septimus had made a fool of himself.

, bloody hell, do i know how to make a fool out of myself. i'm going to stop talking now. septimus tried to laugh his nervousness off. what are you going to order? tim said, trying to change subjects.

[DAHLIA YVETTE DE LUCA]

ON THE GOOD SHIP.... SUGAR QUILL?

Now she was happily sat, snug in the warm blanket of coffee flavored air that swirled around her and caressed every inch of bare skin it could find, striking a small height beneath the flesh, she could truly relax. Letting her own bag drop to the floor besides his, she heard a small rustle as a few quills escaped their papery prison, taking their last leap of freedom before she sent them to the chasm-y doom that was her stomach. With a smile she stifled a giggle, wondering if anyone had ever described the consuming of a sweet in such an apocalyptic way as the one she did in her own head.

Not wanting to appear completely off the rails she righted the packed with the side of her foot, expertly before settling her hands on the table before her, weary not to stretch them too far in case he thought she was trying to grab his hand and make him freak it. The more she tried though the more she became obsessed with what the feel of his hand would be like in hers, would it be smooth and youthful like hers or calloused with his job and rough to her sensitive touch? Unfortunately the more she gazed she wouldn't be able to figure out the outcome so she settled herself into waiting for a waitresses and listening to the pleasant sound of her companies voice. Feeling his eyes on her she turned back and gave him a warm smile, her pearly teeth flashing for just an instant before they were gone again. Not at all Dahlia hadn't been in the little tea shop herself for a while, but already she felt at home, if you ignored the salivating students that was who gazed at each other across their now, surely, contaminated cups of coffee.

As the subject of dates arose she fought the blush in her face, but it didn't take long for her to be smiling again, an instant reaction to the way Septimus stumbled over his words in a vain attempt not to embarrass himself. To her though, it was simply another cute thing about him and she watched in small glee as the colour that had only moments ago threatened her, rose in his cheeks. So we just came to the conclusion that you would take me on a date, just not here? she teased him lightly, her eyes flashing in friendly amusement as she flashed him another smile.

A small laugh escaped her as he summed up his words, Don't worry, you didn't make a fool of yourself nothing he had said had bothered her, in fact it had been quite sweet actually and she couldn't help the small smile that threatened when he had said he wouldn't not go on a date with her. You better not stop talking giving him a small wink she looked up to see the waitress bustling her way over, no doubt sparked by the boy before he's earlier words. Fixing a smile she received a friendly nod from the plump woman who no doubt recognised her. Hello, Edwina could I just have a coffee please? milky with another smile she turned to Septimus waiting for him. Dahlia had never been one for all those fancy names for drinks, she wanted either coffee or tea and sometimes hot chocolates not froca mocha docha's or whatever they called them nowadays.

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