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Location: Hogsmeade
Time: Monday, study hall hours, 1st week of lessons

People stared at him. Of course, they stared at him. His face had a massive scar to stare at. However, some could argue that they were staring at a student that should, by all means, be at the castle, studying or, at the very least, pretend to be studying. The school year had only just begun. Hogwarts students were not expected to be at Hogsmeade at this stage. Yet here he was, roaming around in a sherpa jean jacket, cargo pants and trekking boots, his wand neatly tucked into his back pocket. Caleb had decided to skip study hall this evening in favor of taking on a challenge issued by Professor Hildegard that very morning. The man's words had stuck in Caleb's mind every since their conversation had been over.

He was going to try the suggested approach, if it worked, he would happily admit defeat. However, he did not feel optimistic about it just yet. The stares were beginning to make him too self-conscious for comfort, so he pulled up his hood to obscure his face. Hands dug in his pockets as he felt the coin pouch against his palm. The goal was to get peace offerings for his friends. A way to ease things to what would be an awkward and potentially disastrous conversation. It was relatively easy, a stop at Honeydukes for August and Ainslie, a stop at Zonko's for Felix, though he would definitely regret equipping the beanstalk for pranks that could potentially be directed back at himself. But there was a fourth person he had to talk to and that person was a bit more tricky to work with. "What would Glesni like?" He found himself muttering as he paused outside Honeydukes.

Somehow he doubted that Princess would like a prank from Zonkos but most of his interactions with her had been either of the teasing fashion or the confrontation fashion. Oftentimes Bludgers were involved as well. Not exactly the kind of interactions that would allow him to get to know her and her likes. But he ought to thank her for indirectly saving his life. So when in doubt, go to Honeydukes. People rarely detested sweets.
 

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Was her calling in sick essential? No. Was she able to adjust her obligations with the meeting and arrange her time better? Definitely! Did she care she completely flipped these two things?

Absolutely not.

It was highly likely that nobody bought her little "feeling under the weather" trick. She didn't believe they ever did. But she was as close as essential as Durmstrang allowed, and she would be damned if she did not use it as much as possible.

It also helped she had no classes today...

Stopping in the middle of the busy Hogsmeade alley, Ravena Fawley inhaled deeply. She did her best to experience the freedom of Hogsmeade all in one go; the smells of freshly baked goods, the sweetness of candy, the fresh September air flowing through the street, and all the sounds. Ah yes. The sounds! Especially a row of juicy swears, a drunk old dwarf threw her way, stopping in front of her.

"Get outta 'ere ya ba'my! This ain't the Academy, and ya sure as bloody hell ain't Beery! Bugger off!" He mumbled on while he moved aside on his own, granted having a bit of difficulty maintaining his balance.

"Well, hello and good day to you too, kind sir!" Ravena dramatized after him. "What a lovely day to get wankered, ain't it?" Once the dwarf disappeared out of sight, she turned on her heels, facing the direction she intended to go in the first place. "As awesome as ever," she chuckled to herself, retrieving her hands in the shallow pockets of her leather jacket. She looked more like... well, honestly more anything than a professor of any kind, and that was alright. For once, she had no faces to avoid trying to get some peace... For now.

But there was one specific place she was dying to visit ever since Glesni talked all about it on her first visit there. Honeydukes Shop windows were hard to miss even from some distance away, and she could tell right away why her niece mentioned the place so many times. It looked like heaven in the form of a real, existing house of wonders! It was a funny and a bit of a tragic thing how she shared more with her niece than her own mother did; sweet tooth being only the tip of the iceberg.

Politely stepping aside and allowing a pair of two half-giants in love to pass, she stepped across the alley, towards the shop. Halfway in, a hooded figure emerged out of nowhere, and seeing how they were unaware of their presence, she slowed down her eager step, allowing them to advantage. It would also be a lie to say she wasn't curious enough to stop and study them, if only for a moment.

Narrowing her eyes from some distance, she had concluded it most certainly was a guy. And he most certainly had the same idea, seeing as he stopped in front of Honeydukes, apparently debating whether he should enter.

Curiosity killed the cat. Well. Almost. Just before a small cart rushed through the alley, Ravena jumped forward and out of the way. There was no turning back now! She was patient enough. If they insist on just standing out there, that was fine. Weird, but okay. She would ask their loyal weirdness to move and walk past. Yes, that is what she will do.

Clearing her throat, she approached the figure from behind and opened her mouth to speak, but it seemed that the male was already busy with another premise that she for a moment thought was directed to her for some odd reason she could not explain. Between the lively voices in the alley, she managed to identify a question.

"What would Glesni like?"

As if on instinct before even thinking about it, Ravena chuckled, passing him from the side.

"Are you kidding me?" she cocked her eyebrow, attempting to identify the male. If only he weren't so darn wrapped around in his own clothes! "Chocolates for days! You can't go wrong there," she advised casually. Now, what were the odds that whoever the guy was referring to and her niece had the same name? It was possible. And just in case that was the case, and she promptly embarrassed herself, she quickly added. "I mean, you tell me! What girl doesn't love chocolate? And if she doesn't, then she really isn't worth the effort." Nailed it! She grinned, pointing towards the entrance to the shop. "Do you mind? That's a rather weird place to choose to stand and ponder on your life's choices. It's candy. It isn't that serious, little man," she teased, passing forward and grabbing the handle and turning back to face him as one more attempt of identification.

"Do I know you, kid?" The raven-haired woman narrowed her eyes at his face, merely asking the question to distract from the fact that it was a relatively awkward situation for the guy. For a moment, she remained staring at him before blowing a raspberry and finally opening the door. "Nah. You're just one of those faces, ain't ya? Well! I'll be seeing you inside then!" With a small wave, Ravena disappeared into the shop.

...except he wasn't, and her secrecy sensors were tingling.
 
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Location: Hogsmeade
Time: Monday, study hall hours, 1st week of lessons

"Are you kidding me? Chocolates for days! You can't go wrong there," A woman's voice answered his question casually and Caleb nearly jumped. He had not expected an answer to his mumbling thoughts and he gaped as he got a look at the woman who was quick to add to her initial suggestion. "I mean, you tell me! What girl doesn't love chocolate? And if she doesn't, then she really isn't worth the effort." Still rather surprised at the situation at hand, Caleb did not react much which seemed to prompt the woman to speak her mind further. "Do you mind? That's a rather weird place to choose to stand and ponder on your life's choices. It's candy. It isn't that serious, little man," Now that got him out of his stupor as he straightened up on instinct. If his pride was an owl, it would be hooting indignantly with puffed up feathers. Still, he moved slightly to the side as the woman moved forward. He stared at her. Why did she look so familiar? He had never seen her before. He was certain of it. An attitude like hers he would have remembered for sure.

"Do I know you, kid?" That was his line! But before he could react, the woman decided it was not something she wanted to spend too much time on. "Nah. You're just one of those faces, ain't ya? Well! I'll be seeing you inside then!" He snorted incredulously at her comment about his face being one of those generic familiar types. His hood was doing a good job at obscuring his scar but he knew it did not make it fully disappear. He was intrigued but he was confused at the same time. He had reacted on instinct at keeping the door open with his hand once the woman went inside, his eyes following her trail, but apparently he had stayed put for longer than normal. "Oi! Close the door will you? It's cold outside!" A young man's voice called out to him. A voice he knew all too well. James Flume, grandson of Ambrosius Flume and former Gryffindor Seeker, was running the front of the house that afternoon by himself. It was the off-season so to speak as students were not supposed to be in Hogsmeade just yet.

"Sorry, James." Caleb apologized as he ushered himself in and quickly closed the door behind him, taking his hood off and ruffling his hair just a little bit. "Caleb's that you mate?" Came James' surprised reply as he leaned over the counter to squint at Caleb's face as if trying to bypass the scar as nothing more than a smudge. "Do you know anyone else that would skip study hall to come to Hogsmeade?" Caleb replied with an insecure smirk and moved further inside the shop, making his way towards the cauldron cakes. It would have given James less time to study his face as the way the cakes were stacked would mean his unburnt side would be visible to his old Housemate. "I can name a few, but they are no longer students." James chuckled in response. "So what brings you here this early in the season?" His tone was a bit more serious yet still relaxed. "I messed up and I need peace offerings." Caleb admitted after a short silence and James nodded. "I heard on the news. I knew you liked trouble Caleb but I also thought you knew not to bite more than you can chew." The wince that elicitated did not escape James, who chuckled once again. "Guess I was wrong on how much you can chew. You made us proud kid."

Now that brought a smile to Caleb as he rubbed his neck a bit awkward. A warm, fuzzy feeling was slowly growing inside him. Perhaps Professor Hidlegard was right. If he was at ease with his face then people were too. Or maybe it was the fact that James knew him rather well in the two years that they spend together as students. He had been the cool senior that Caleb was looking up to. The one who had introduced him to brooms and had encouraged his fascination on the subject. He had never judged, always encouraged, even when it meant breaking school rules. There was a good reason James Flume was not even remotely considered for the positions of Prefect and Head Boy. "Shut up mate you're making me sappy. How about you help me out with a thank you box instead?" Was Caleb's sheepish response, which only elicited a knowing chuckled from James and he tapped his hands on the counter energetically. "Alright, who is it for then?" He asked as he moved from behind the counter.

"A girl from Slytherin." Caleb said as he picked a pack of cauldron cakes and moved around to gather the items he needed for the rest of his friends. "Ooh! Going for that snake charm Cal? Slytherin ladies have always been goals." James teased as Caleb glared at him. "It's to thank her not flirt her mate. She is fine, but she is more preoccupied with shooting me out of the sky in Quidditch matches than anything else!" He protested. "Sure mate, whatever you say." James chuckled and moved around the shop, considering options.
 

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Now, given her strict upraising - or its attempt - Ravena knew the rule of manners enough to abuse them without being overly intrusive. After all, it was no fun blowing the opportunity before it even managed to reach an exciting cumulation. Smirking politely, Ravena greeted the young man behind the counter and proceeded into the room, interesting herself in a carefully stacked pile of treacle fudge cubes. The first words were exchanged between the two males as soon as the door closed.

Bingo.

Ravena paused briefly, processing the name the boy was addressed with, and it brought a cunning smirk on the woman's face as she made her way around tables, collecting the sweets of interest, deliberately taking her time. Caleb O'Neill. In a flash! What were the odds?

As he progressed further into the store, Ravena casually slid in between the shelves in the corner, browsing an array of lollipops.

"I messed up, and I need peace offerings," Caleb responded to his acquaintance, and Ravena reacted to herself by shooting her eyebrows up. Shocker. Glesni was guilty of being overly-critical just about everything, but who was she to object after hearing it twice at this point?

"I heard on the news. I knew you liked trouble, Caleb, but I also thought you knew not to bite more than you can chew," the acquaintance responded to him. "Guess I was wrong on how much you can chew. You made us proud, kid." Evidently, it meant something to the guy, even though he quickly distanced himself from it in a very familiar fashion. "Shut up, mate; you're making me sappy. How about you help me out with a thank you box instead?"

Teenagers... Unbelievable.

As if they shared the same idea, the guy behind the counter chuckled and dropped it rather than trying to get O'Neill to tell him anything, bringing the attention back to Caleb's request for help.

"Alright, who is it for then?" At this point, Ravena had found herself leaning against the shelf, tapping around.

"A girl from Slytherin," Caleb responded, and the dark-haired woman celebrated for reasons only known to her, thrusting her fists forward through the air in triumph before collecting herself and grabbing a lollipop closest of the bunch, rotating it in her hand. She proceeded with her browsing with a smug smirk on her lips.

"Ooh! Going for that snake charm Cal? Slytherin ladies have always been goals." Briefly, Ravena stopped, her smirk turning into a pout as she turned halfway to shoot the guy a scolding glare discreetly. Men were disgusting, and she was slightly disappointed. But the guy himself didn't seem to be old enough to understand, nor was he of her immediate concern. Regardless, he was eager to see how such an opinion would reflect on O'Neill.

"It's to thank her, not flirt her mate," He responded. That was a good response, she reckoned. "She is fine, but she is more preoccupied with shooting me out of the sky in Quidditch matches than anything else!" It fished out another light chuckled from Ravena.

"That's my girl," she mused to herself before she spoke up with a grin, unwrapping the lollipop in her hand. "I don't know, Caleb," she accentuated his name on purpose as a fact she just now learned by not being able to help it but to hear bits and pieces of their exchange. "Seems to me she is pulling your pigtails," she concluded in a sing-song voice, turning her attention towards his friend. "And they might be goals, yes... Until they bite," she flashed him a challenging glare as she popped the lollipop into her mouth.

Oh, wait...

The moment of badassery was gone as soon as it emerged after she had realized what just happened. "Oh! Um..." Ravena cleared her throat, keeping the lollipop in her mouth. "I'll pay for this," she exclaimed, almost as if she was already accused of stealing. "Just put it on the count," she requested more confidently, referring to Caleb as she once more offered him an approving glance, detaching from the lemony delight for a moment. She wasn't much of a lady, but even she knew a healthy amount of disrespect from savagery. "And speaking of counts, drop everything the Snake Charmer wants on mine. It's not every day I get to meet The-Boy-Who-Lived of our time. Which reminds me; that is why your face was familiar. Huh... Interesting. The least I can do is help you with the sweets," she grinned, continuing to enjoy the candy.

"And before you say anything, I do not take a 'no' for an answer."
 

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Time: Monday, study hall hours, 1st week of lessons

The raven-haired woman decided to enter the conversation as well, causing both James and Caleb to turn and look at her but then, they had to look at each other sharing a 'what the fuck just happened?' glance before looking at her again. How was it possible such a mix of confidence and sheepish mess up exist in one person. But there it was again. Why did both of them insist that this was more than a thank you gesture? None of them knew Glesni. He never stood a chance and while he enjoyed messing with her nerves, always in good fun, he never really thought of trying to date her. He was not a masochist. He has had enough hexes and bludgers from her to last him a lifetime, but her worst weapon was words. She was quite good at using them and he was not. "I am not trying to date her!" Caleb insisted in exasperation as he grabbed a nearby box of Sugar quills for August. The guy was always studying and Caleb was told that sugar helped whenever you felt your energy low and your focus wavering. Perhaps it would help August cope with the insane studying regimes he subjected himself to.

"All she ever does is bite and admitting she saved my hide is going to make her bites worse, but I have to give her credit for it." He added as he turned to look at the woman once more, eyes narrowing not at her offer to pay for his little shopping trip, but to the familiar feeling still nagging at the back of his head. Why was she so familiar? James shook his head at Caleb's protests and patted him on the back with a teasing smile. "Alright mate, so what do you want in that box? What does she like?" He asked as he made note of the lollipop the woman had just opened during her little smug moment. "No bloody clue. If you have anything like a bludger, she might enjoy throwing that at me before eating it." Caleb replied quickly before turning his focus on the woman's offer and nickname for him.

"Thank you for the offer ma'am, but you don't have to do this. In fact, I would rather you not. It's complicated to explain, but I would like to do this myself if you don't mind." He said politely. Just because he was having a nagging feeling about her and had been under the weather lately, it didn't mean he had forgotten his manners. His mom and grandpa would have a few choice words for him if he had. It didn't matter they wouldn't have been able to say them from the grave. Caleb knew and that was enough.

"Besides, I am not anything like Harry Potter. I was just lucky and would have burned into a crisp if it wasn't for that girl." He admitted and titled his head lightly to the side. "But do I know you? You seem familiar somehow." It was weird, but somehow he felt like he was safe. He knew James wouldn't judge and he could tell him stuff with almost the same ease as with the rest of his close friends, but somehow that woman he had never met before also made him comfortable enough to do so in her presence. Was it the positive interactions he has had so far after attempting to follow the Potions Master's advice? Was it the fact that he was always worried about making his close trio of friends sad and that these two at Honeyduke's were not as close to him? He couldn't say, but it probably didn't matter at that point. So far Professor Hildegard had been proven right.
 
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Listening to the boy borderline complaining about this one particularly familiar Slytherin girl had Ravena empathize with him for a brief moment. Grils could be nasty. She knew it, and she used it, and she most certainly knew Glesni was guilty of so much more than she was at her age. To be fair, the fact that she even bothered to give the boy a minute of her day came as a surprise. She hardly ever showed any such interest in anyone to the point where she seemed truly affected by someone's presence, albeit selling it as something negative and annoying.

Hearing about her friend August was exciting and a relief. Hearing about the annoyance that was O'Neill was exciting and terrifying at the same time. Now that she laid her eyes on the famous bug in Glesni's perfect agenda, she was reassured.

"Sounds like you are setting yourself up for a big ol' 'Told you so', but it isn't necessarily a bad thing. If the girl really disliked you, I'd say she wouldn't make an effort to be annoyed by you in the first place", Ravena grinned. "In my humble opinion, as a part of the tribe."

Caleb's further comments about the bludger-like delight made her laugh out. "A funny guy, huh? Kid, you're a full package," the dark-haired woman amused herself on, randomly picking several chocolate frog packages. Who would have thought that collecting all of the wizarding cards would be so bloody hard? She proceeded, absolutely aware of Caleb's eyes on her. Yet, she did not acknowledge his immediate involvement in her personal space until he spoke up. It left Ravena hovering with her hand over the chosen pack as she turned her head, acknowledging him with a glimpse over the shoulder.

"Thank you for the offer, ma'am, but you don't have to do this. In fact, I would rather you not." Ravena cocked her eyebrow, turning on her heels to face the boy. "Alright, so, which part of 'I do not take no for an answer' was unclear for you, lad?" Seemingly ignoring her input, Caleb insisted, causing her to assume a more dominant and graceful stance, for the first time appearing as someone capable of feeling insulted.

"It's complicated to explain, but I would like to do this myself if you don't mind." It wasn't complicated at all. Ravena fully understood his point. Even so, outright refusing such a generous offer was peculiar in more than one way. What happened to the moody brat she thought she knew about? The big, foul, good-for-nothing trouble in the making.

"Oh, now. I do mind. Greatly. If you weren't as amusing, I would outright feel quite insulted", Ravena answered in a flat, disinterested tone, mumbling rather than stating. But she indeed was highly amused and unexpectedly curious about the boy now that he was there, smashing all previously known details related to his name.

"Besides, I am not anything like Harry Potter," the boy proceeded, and Ravena shifted her focus back at him. "I was just lucky and would have burned into a crisp if it wasn't for that girl." For a moment, she cracked a mild, almost caring smirk. Perhaps out of pride for her niece - ignoring the fact that she still stood by her decision to almost kick her ass for it - or maybe because she simply loved sappy things.

"Oh, please," she chuckled loudly, throwing her head back. "Don't flatter yourself, nor Harry Potter. You may be a great wizard, but you are nothing without people that got your back," she nodded, finally grabbing the pack she was planning to. "I was not referring to either of your capabilities to cast. I was referring to the fact that you are worth the bother," she smirked, pointing out at different candy he carried. "Having to apologize to so many people indeed looks like your crap is worth enduring...for some reason. Ah, but what do I know," Ravena added in a sing-song voice.

"But do I know you? You seem familiar somehow." The question came out of nowhere, but still, Ravena did not seem too shocked to hear it. She was aware of the fact that her niece was often confused for her own daughter. Being so similar was bound to raise such and alike questions. But where was the fun in giving any hints? That's not how Ravena Fowley did things.

"Really now?" she asked, seemingly surprised. "I can assure you that you haven't met me before. I would undoubtedly recall," she grinned. "I guess I just got... one of those faces." Pausing briefly, she sighed, giving up on insisting.

"What a bore. Fine. If you insist on blowing out all your galleons, be my guest. But for the girl, at least go with classic artisan chocolates. Can't go wrong with classics", she winked knowingly. "When you live with all the wizarding nick-nacks for so long, a right old boring box of chocolates seems like a novelty to get excited over. Trust me on that one at least. Since you do not wish to accept my so generously offered coin." She said somewhat dramatically, as she looked around at all of the usual wizarding this-and-that's. "Well, uh, I'd assume there is something like that somewhere in the back, no?" She asked the guy that led the shop. "Perhaps he doesn't intend to date her, but it doesn't mean he still can't sweep her off her feet for a change," she nodded chuckling at her own joke.
 
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This woman had a way to make him feel uncomfortable, not necessarily the bad kind of uncomfortable, but uncomfortable nonetheless. He felt out of his element and he would have embraced the challenge tossed at him head-on if it wasn't for last summer's event still lingering in his mind. When her posture changed to more poised and confident, his had involuntarily slumped, his hands awkwardly stuffed deeper in his pockets to accompany the motion.

"Well, uh, I'd assume there is something like that somewhere in the back, no? Perhaps he doesn't intend to date her, but it doesn't mean he still can't sweep her off her feet for a change." James got his cue and nodded with a bright smile. "Of course we do, but usually students don't care much about them, so we keep a small stash." He replied to the woman before turning to Caleb again. "Do you want me to get you some Cal?" As much as he agreed with the woman on that, it was Caleb's order, so he was the one to decide what to get.

"Uh.... sure mate." Came Caleb's uncertain decision. "Would be nice to get even the shortest of breaks from the bludgering." He admitted as his focus shifted on a pack of Pepper Imps. Normally he would have gotten one, just so he and Felix could sneak them into Ainslie's mix of candy and watch her breathe fire randomly. He shook his head. He had had enough fire for now. He moved on to grab a pack of Fizzing Whizzbees, Chocolate frogs and Drooble's Gum, falling silent as James had left the counter to go grab an assortment of their best chocolates.
 
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Ravena did not even attempt to hide the fact that she was delighted by Caleb agreeing with her suggestion. "Goodie!" She exclaimed. "Now we're talking." She remained leaned against the counter with an extensive grin plastered on her face, even when Caleb distanced himself from the storm of crazy that was Ravena Fawley. Except, it was controlled chaos, and while she made a big deal out of a simple candy store visit, she still had a functioning pair of eyes and ears and a very sharp perception.

Curiosity killed the cat, it was said, but Ravena never allowed a bit of proverbial nonsense to stop her from striving towards what she wanted to know. Granted, she knew a thing or two about the incident already. It had created quite a bit of smoke, and it happened at the perfect time during the vacation when the eyes of the Wizarding World's worst gossip machines were all turned towards it to kill time - the Durmstrang collective.

They talked, and they talked a lot! And from her personal experience, it went from annoying to overwhelming in just a flick of a moment. Standing there, she had found herself sincerely hoping, as a teacher and as a person responsible for a teenager just like him, that Hogwarts was not as bad.

Sometimes, it was better not to say anything. But it didn't feel like quite the time to be silent either. Entertaining herself with an enchanted catalog of candy on the counter, she asked a simple question.

"So," she cleared her throat, flipping the pages only with partial interest. "Friends and cute girls you need to apologize to aside; how are you holding up, champ?" Ravena was well aware of the question's redundancy. How was he holding up? Like anyone who's life was so significantly affected out of nowhere, thank you very much. Probably deep down as equally stable as a dumpster fire.

Too soon?

"Well now, let me rephrase that," she spoke again, chasing away an imaginary little imp cackling in her head, cracking jokes over things that would not have been an ounce of funny seen with the boy's eyes. "Ready to stop avoiding people yet? Or is it just a special few that get that from you?"

But hey! Everyone had their own way of handling the nervousness, and maintaining a conversation like that felt like a lot of different stresses just evolved into a collective mind. What a feeling! Familiar. Not welcome.

"Better be getting ready to be known all around." Well, it certainly would not help it, but it was the truth, and Ravena was notorious for her almost comical inability to sugarcoat things and wrap up the facts in a way they were easier to look at.

"Terrifying. I know," Ravena commented neutrally, proceeding to browse the goods.
 

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Caleb had welcomed the silence and the peace it brought with it, but the feeling did not last long. As he was pondering what else he could get that would also allow him to keep his pocket money for a longer period of time, the woman spoke again. "So... Friends and cute girls you need to apologize to aside; how are you holding up, champ?" It felt innocent enough, but Caleb clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Well now, let me rephrase that, ready to stop avoiding people yet? Or is it just a special few that get that from you? Better be getting ready to be known all around. Terrifying. I know." Still holding the packs, Caleb turned to face her again.

"What are you? A reporter?" He demanded as he found her knowledge or powers of deduction quite unnerving. He placed his things at the counter, unwilling to continue debating whether he should buy something else. All he wanted right now was to get out. This had turned from a safe place to something uncomfortable at the very least. "People don't want to know. They want to verify their own stupid beliefs. That's what's terrifying. You can quote me on that!" He added as he looked around to see where James had gone. His mood had really soured.
 
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Post-apocalyptic, Sci-fi, Fantasy, Real Life, Comedy, Mistery and Horror
RAVENA FAWLEY

f97bc6ce85f7cae3070233f16733ea79.jpg Location: Hogsmeade --> Honeydukes
Time: Monday afternoon
Interactions: Caleb O'Neill - DayDreamer DayDreamer

"What are you? A reporter?"

The sound of pages being turned over subsided and then stopped altogether. Ravena sighed audibly.

"Well," she spoke up, closing the catalog. "I suppose that is one way to criticize my wardrobe." Evidently, the boy had no hostile intention other than a solid defense from her curiosity, but comparing her to what seemed to be the lowest of lowlife in the Wizarding World still felt lousy, mate...

Biting her tongue, she focused back on the boy with what could only be described as an expression of disappointment.

"I prefer being seen as a concerned citizen, rather," Ravena addressed the question further, but Caleb did not seem to have any more patience left for vague explanation and mind games. But she couldn't help herself! It always had an exciting outcome. Sometimes more than the usual.

"People don't want to know," he proceeded to unwillingly respond to her question as he laid his purchase next to her - lots and lots of interesting sweets. The boy spared no coin. As much as one could have been saying for a student. "They want to verify their own stupid beliefs. That's what's terrifying. You can quote me on that!"

Ravena nodded, her energy dropping down significantly to what could be seen as a relatively normal level for a decent conversation. O'Neill was about to flee headfirst through the door, and, quite honestly, she felt like that would have been very wrong.

"Don't mind if I do," she simply replied, observing Caleb's unnerved face. "Bloody vultures tend to come knocking on my door till this day. I am sure some of them may use a good 'shut up' quote. Although, I've found that 'I will shove my wand up your arse' works a lot better than 'no comment' as a bellend repellant," she smirked charmingly. "Silence means approval. At least give them something they cannot assume over."

There she went again. She really had a hard time cutting the boy some slack. But what was she supposed to do when he made it so easy?

"What I am trying to say," Ravena added after pausing briefly. "Is that you have an obligation to yourself to make a stance. What people do with it is none of your concern, you see. On the other hand, stay quiet about it, and it's free for all," she shrugged, going ahead and turning the notebook in which the shop owner's magic quill was writing down diligently. It earned her a poke and several dissatisfied rustles from scandalized feather.

"Aye, you loony thing. Shoo," Ravena waved it off gently, taking a look at the amount she owned for her things. "Eh. I remember back when these were only a fraction of money they're worth now," she complained to nobody in particular, but it still seemed that quill took it personally, pushing harder against her hand to make her move away. "Alright, alright!" Ravena finally complied, returning the notebook in its proper position and removing her hand, after which the quill proceeded to do its job unbothered.

"Well, now. I best be going", the witch announced, taking out the galleons she owed from a reasonably heavy-looking pouch. "I have taken more than enough of your time, mister O'Neill. I am terribly sorry." She smirked, picking up her boxes. "My curiosity over such talented wizardry took the better of me. You could say it's a bit of a professional deformity."

Nodding slightly in greeting, she looked around once again. "You can tell your friend that he is welcome to keep the change. He's alright." Once again, she brought her attention back to the person of her interest.

"And as for you, mister, take care of yourself, alright? Do learn how to parry the cursed thing properly next time, yes? For a skillful caster like yourself, I believe, oh," she thought about it briefly. "A few intensive classes would do. You already seem to know the basics. But there is also a lot to learn. This," she nodded towards his scar. "This should not keep happening. You really can't parry everything with your face," she jested.

"Now then, I will get out of your hair. Wonderful to meet you. If you need any more advice on how not to scar yourself for life any further, we can arrange something."

Offering him another enigmatic smirk, Ravena gracefully made her way towards the exit.
 
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