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chipmunks_rule ([info]chipmunks_rule) wrote in [info]occultus,
@ 2011-11-27 10:07:00


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Entry tags:char: oz bradley, char: terry boot

Thread: Terry & Open
Who: Terry and ?
What: Terry takes a trip to Diagon
Where: Leaky Cauldron, then Fortescues and Flourish & Blotts
When: 27 November
Rating: Gen
Status: Incomplete


It took most of the morning to finish the essay on safe practices, but if Terry was pressed he would admit the essay had been necessary. He had a tendency to get overexcited about his experiments, and didn't always pay enough attention to the safety and well being of his surroundings--let alone his own person--and Granddad had made a good point that if Terry wanted to be taken seriously in the Curse Breaking world, he would need to prove he was responsible as well as talented. No one would want to take a chance on someone who willfully went about getting himself exploded on a daily basis. So, he'd buckled down and put his Ravenclaw roots to good use researching and writing a foot long essay well before the Monday deadline.

To celebrate, and also hopefully rid himself of the dregs of the hangover (a present from a night out with Tony and Michael the evening before--ill advised but worth it at the same time), he decided to head into Diagon Alley and peruse the new releases at Flourish and Blotts. It would also be a good excuse to stop by Florean's and get himself a white chocolate peppermint ice cream--the perfect flavor for four weeks before Christmas. Speaking of, he could start his Christmas shopping at the same time.

Feeling very pleased with his own productivity even with a killer headache, Terry changed from his pajamas into a set of deep orange robes, lined a warm fleece since he found Warming charms itchy for prolonged periods of time, and headed to the Floo. One quick ride later, he was tumbling out of the fireplace at the Leaky, accidentally knocking into someone and spilling their pint all over the front of their robes. Damned growth spurt, he still wasn't used to length of his arms and legs.

"Uh, sorry about that...I don't have the best balance coming out of that thing."



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[info]chipmunks_rule
2011-12-07 01:15 pm UTC (link)
"Of course she will. I'm her favorite," Terry said, though that wasn't true. Her Daddy was her favorite, but Terry thought he was a close second...maybe third. Whatever number he was, the dragon might bump him up a notch.

"I've been to see you guys a few times. You're brilliant." Terry wished he had some musical ability. but beyond being able to pick out a basic tune on the piano, he was hopeless. His singing voice, especially, sounded like someone was trying to drown cats. In other words, it wasn't pretty.

Terry finished off his butterbeer, and considered ordering lunch but decided against it at the moment. Now that Oz had mentioned his hangover, it had come back with a vengence. "MIserable," Terry said cheerfully, because his hangover was no one's fault but his own. "It'll fade soon enough. I hope."

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[info]0z
2011-12-09 11:27 am UTC (link)
Oz shook his head at the statement. Out of all the friends little Mia's father had, he was fairly certain that Terry would be up amongst the top ten favourites. But the actual favourite was aiming just a little too high. 'If you say so, Lofty.'

He blushed at the compliment and finished his Butterbeer. 'We had to do something, there was a while where we just sounded awful. But we switched things up and actually practiced and now we're back sounding half decent.' Oz wasn't known for being much of a talker, but when it came to the band he could probably ramble on for at least five minutes if allowed.

Chuckling a little at the cheerfulness of his friend, despite having a hangover from hell, Oz nodded towards the door. 'Better hit the shops now in case it kicks in again with a vengeance later.'

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