Frankie Markham (_markham) wrote in 20somethings, @ 2021-02-20 23:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | c: frank markham, c: molly sue weasley, d: 2027 02, ~ complete, Ω: rp |
RP: And it was a nice day until...
Who: Frankie Markham, Molly Sue Weasley
What: Accidental/helpful encounter maybe
When: Sat 20th Feb, 2027, encounter comes around Noon
Where: Diagon Alley (plus other places mentioned)
Warnings: Gender feels, maybe swearing
Completion Status: Ongoing
Frankie tended to like routine, or at least planning ahead. If groceries needed doing they were getting done early to free up a day for more exciting pursuits, and early weekend mornings were rarely popular. But Frankie habitually rose early, so it was no issue to stock up on staples for the next couple of weeks. Maybe they'd need to go and pick up some fresher items at some point, but for now everything was covered, and the preserving charms built into the fridge always helped out.
Having decided it was a day for going out and exploring Frankie had dropped off and packed away the groceries before heading back out. Initially they had done some wandering in parts of Muggle London, exploring along the South Bank, enjoying the slightly improved weather. While the recent snow had been fun it was also a nightmare to deal with if spellwork wasn't available. Frank had spotted what were probably a magical tourist or two among the mostly muggle locals, but nobody had looked distressingly lost. They had poked in and out of a few shops and stalls, including the huge second hand book stand that was partly tucked under one of the bridges, but nothing had been interesting enough to buy. Aside from another coffee from in the Southbank Centre.
Eventually Frankie wandered in the direction of more magical parts of the city, heavy boots eating up the distance despite their shorter stature. They could have eaten at any number of places in Muggle London but something about Diagon was calling their name.
Exiting out of the back of the Leaky Cauldron (a fun place to eat, but not on the agenda quite yet), Frankie poked the relevant brick in the wall and glanced down, catching their own outfit and immediately grimacing and hunching their shoulders over.
Tugging ineffectually at the open leather jacket Frank muttered curses at their own choice of outfits that morning. There were plenty of warming charms to stop the need to be too buttoned up, and that wouldn't help in any case, it was a surprisingly fitted jacket. To go with the fitted shirt and v-necked thick t-shirt. All of it was distinctly chest-tastic and Frankie was feeling less comfortable with that by the second.
Why had they put on the enhancing bra rather than the more sports style one? That wasn't something they felt confident changing via magic.
Holding one arm in front of their body slightly oddly Frank glanced up and tried to salvage the situation, eyes fixing on a somewhat familiar blonde head and rushing forwards with purpose.