Who: Lorcan d'Eath and Katie Bell When: Sunday afternoon Where: Diagon Alley What: Lorcan likes to cheer up pretty witches. Rating: TBD Open/Closed: Opened to Katie Bell
He was surprised by how many people recognized him in this English country. He certainly had more fans in eastern Europe but there was quite a few here as well, which served to boost his ego just a bit. While he did not care for how bright the sun was that afternoon he did have a craving for something sweet and a little attention. However, it was difficult to be recognized completely when he had to wear large sunglasses over his light-sensitive eyes and a hoodie drawn up to keep his face from getting too much sunlight.
Still, his silver, skull rings seemed to clue in the witch behind the counter at the sweets shop and she about fainted when he lowered his sunglasses and gave her a toothy grin.
"Merlins.. merlin... why, you're.." she had stuttered and he unwrapped one of the bloodpops he had just bought and took a slow lick while she tried to formulate words. When she finally did say who he was she had said it so loudly that other witches and a few wizards turned to see for themselves. His grin spread and he pushed his sunglasses back up the bridge of his nose before slipping out the front door.
"Lorcan d'Eath, in my shop," he had heard her say. He wasn't followed, well, not by what he considered much of a crowd. There seemed to be a pair of young witches that were trailing him and whispering madly but they didn't seem to have the guts to approach. He had paused by Quality Quidditch Supplies, at once point, to glance over his shoulder but they were pretending to be interested in a fruit vendor instead. When Lorcan turned about to continue his stroll he had to stop quick as someone came out the shop suddenly.
He eased the bloodpop to one side of his mouth and lowered his sunglasses to peer over them at the person.