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Xavier Pucey
 Posted: Jan 9 2018, 07:01 PM
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Typically Xavier just took his tea in the break room at Ellerby & Spudmore -- he was content to hang around work, chatting with the coworkers who had become more like family than the family he actually had. Of course, on a typical day, a new broom prototype wasn't whizzing around the office at high speed aiming for anything blue. It really was rather interesting, he thought, that the directional correction charm seemed to have made the 1/8th model broom resistant to any stunning, slowing, or stopping spells. A side effect of the combination with that new water-repellent wax, perhaps.

But anyway, with his hair a bit mussed after running out of the office posthaste, Xavier and his deep turquoise sweater (paired, of course, with a white collared shirt and just a peek of a fine, goldenrod silk tie) had taken themselves out for tea in the Alley. Patil's wasn't somewhere he frequented often, but he'd been in a few times before and always found it pleasant.

It proved to be just as pleasant this time. He chatted casually with the older Indian woman (Mrs. Patil, perhaps?) at the counter, and when she asked if he'd have any treats along with his tea, he indicated a little plate of chocolates -- just a bit of something sweet, not too much.

Perhaps she was unaware of how successful her daughter's experiments had been. Perhaps she was feeling impish. Perhaps the entire universe was conspiring to embarrass Xavier as much as physically possible in one hour. But in any event, she sold him one of the love potion-laced fudges, and he took it on a delicate napkin to his table to wait for his tea. It was smooth and creamy and luscious, but there was a bit of a subtle aftertaste he couldn't quite place -- saffron? Bubblegum? No -- grass? -- but he ate it anyway, unperturbed as only a bachelor used to scoffing his own eating could be.

A voice called him; his Darjeeling was ready. He stood, turned too quickly, and bumped into a young woman --

Who was, quite simply, the most ravishing creature he'd ever seen. He blinked owlishly at her before squinting in confused adoration (a most peculiar expression, really). "Erm. Sorry, miss, I wasn't paying attention to where I was... sorry, who are you?" he interrupted himself, increasingly baffled over the way his heart rate seemed to be climbing.




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 Posted: Jan 13 2018, 01:13 AM
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It was always with a sort of childlike amazement that Minnie watched her parents run their shop. Two people who’d come to a completely new country with nothing now chatting away with customers, weaving in and out of the kitchen with trays and cups of tea like they had been doing it their entire life. It was amazing to see. It also brought up a small stab of jealousy for Minnie, who had been working there for twenty years, sure, but she hadn’t built it. She could barely keep up a teaching job in a subject where students were few and far between with even fewer who actually stuck with the subject.

Minnie had spent the vast majority of the day stocking the pastry display case with her own creations, still managing to feel sorry for herself as she did so. It was one of those moods that no amount of strawberry tarts or tiny Victoria sponges could fix. Perhaps if she snuck herself a piece of the fudge she had so carefully developed...at least she could spend the afternoon with the vaguely floaty feeling of love instead of whatever that was that she currently had going on.

On her way past the counter, she grabbed a small piece of the bright red fudge from a plate that her mother kept offering customers. It seemed to be going over well, that or there was an insane influx of couples deciding that they needed a cup of tea that afternoon.

Before she could make it outside with her fudge and plans of a strictly acceptable rest of the day, Minnie collided with someone...a man.

A handsome man.


Minnie cocked her head to the side, trying desperately to read his expression. It wasn’t one she was familiar with on anyone, but she had to admit it wasn’t entirely awful.

“Is...is there something on my face?” she asked, brushing a hand against her cheek. The other hand, balled around a napkin containing her treat absently smoother the skirt of her dress, coral to match the “employee dress code” her mother had insisted on for the month. At least Minnie came by her style honestly.

In the midst of the burning redness of self consciousness that was crawling from her chest into her face, it occurred to her that he had asked her a question. What had it been? She had to have been paying just a little attention...

“Oh! Minnie...Patil,” she responded after a moment. “Sorry, do I know you? Or do you know me?”

Minnie was almost positive that she didn’t know this man, but there was something about that look that was shaking her confidence. Maybe she’d met him when she was drunk? That wouldn’t have been too much of a stretch, especially not after the Christmas party she’d accidentally crashed not two months ago.

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