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Post by Conan Breandan on Aug 5, 2011 18:19:19 GMT -5
Conan was dressed with a flair this evening, his black trousers and high boots contrasting with the bright red shirt he wore open at the collar. Gold gleamed at his neck and a large hoop showed in his left ear. He was dressed to play a part, the wild gypsy come to perform for the adoring masses. He had arrived three hours ago, setting up the stage in Diagon Alley's large Central square. Now, as the light descended into dusk, he hopped up on the stage, his expression changing from surly to cheery and welcoming. He performed a short dance on the stage's worn boards, coming to a stop with two sharp taps of the heel of his boot. A flute appeared as he brought his arms up with a flourish, playing a short, lively tune that got the audience clapping and dancing. He needed to bring the audience in before he could turn a good show.
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Post by Ava Coroleon on Aug 5, 2011 18:58:49 GMT -5
Ava was pacing the streets of Diagon Alley with her brother and his family earlier that day, but sneakily departed when they were about to go out to dinner. She decided a night on her own would to both parties a lot of good. When she spotted a cheerful audience and a rather good flutist, she decided that her instincts were right. This was an oppurtunity to enjoy herself! Ava joined the rest of the audience, smiling, and clapped along with the others.
Unlike the performer, Ava was dressed more casually than she usually was. She was wearing her muggle clothes that night. They were a Christmas present from her aunt on the muggle side of her family. The outfit she had put together had earned her a few odd looks from the crowd at diagon alley. Some of them had been used to such attire, but the clothes were a bit eccentric even for a muggle. Her aunt didn't have the best of tastes, but mostly-magic raised Ava hardly knew the difference. She believed she was just being comfortable in the loosley fitting, bright bag-dress she was wearing, as well as mismatched accessories.
She hardly knew the difference, though. She continued watching the performer from a rather good spot close to the front. Ava was happy tonight, and wanted to listen to the music and have fun.
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Post by Maebh Breandan on Aug 6, 2011 21:20:13 GMT -5
Boredom stalked her like the plague. At first, she enjoyed recovery. Taking it easy, having every need anticipated, catered too, attention. A week, she was itching to have a little something, anything really to do. Now? She wanted her shop back. Maebh Breandan was currently unemployed. Well, not technically, but few people knew about her work for the hit wizards and it wasn't like she could go undercover with a damaged shoulder at the moment. She was benched and it was getting on her nerves. Oh, her shop was nearly entirely rebuilt but that was just a store. Many of the items could never be replaced. Records were gone, recipes lost, herbs found once every one hundred years burnt to a crisp.
Arm, still in a sling, to prevent her from tearing the still healing muscles and tendons, Maebh wondered the streets of Hogsmeade. Bored, she decided to watch the Alley, maybe even cultivate an asset in Knockturn Alley a bit. She'd been heading towards a friends of sorts when she heard a familiar song. Who would be playing gypsy flute music in Diagon? A wagon hadn't come through had it. Conan. V didn't even have to see the stocky gypsy. It had to be her brother. A bit miffed that he hadn't told her about his performance, she headed over to see what he had come up with. Maebh slipped into the crowd, blending in with her black cloak and worn boots. She tugged the cloak over her injured arm, hiding it. Out of the corner of her eye, Maebh spotted Hogwart's sweetest professor and slid up beside her.
"Fancy seeing you hear. Enjoying the view?" She teased. She doubted the woman knew she was Conan's little sister. Many didn't. It depended on the crowd and well they didn't look related, not really. Well there hair was similar and they were about the same height but their eyes were different shades, his light, hers dark.
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Post by Ava Coroleon on Aug 6, 2011 21:54:24 GMT -5
Unlike Ava's last encounter with Maebah, she had seen out of the corner of her eye that someone was coming. With a smile, Ava turned around to face the pretty woman who she had the pleasure to meet at The Three Brooksticks. Like the last time, Ava still wondered about the sling on the poor girl's armed. She certainly hoped that she wasn't involved in the attack that had happened awhile ago. The whole thing was devistating, esspessially when it happened to people that the charms professor had known. Ava was glad the wizarding world was moving on from it, but was still quite upset about all the horror the attack had caused.
The warm smile was still spread across Ava's face. She was actually glad to see Maebh. She had not known the woman very well, but she was very kind indeed. She and Ava got along very well so far, and Ava quite enjoyed her company. "Hello, Maebh! It's so good to see you!" she said wholeheartedly. She was glad that Maebh could see her when she was in a happy mood. She was hardly in a okay state of mind last time they saw eachother.
Ava chuckled when the woman asked if she was enjoying the view. She thought that it was a simple joke pointing back to the other night. She didn't answer the question, but turned to the gypsy and said "The music is lovely, isn't it?"
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Post by Conan Breandan on Aug 7, 2011 0:44:40 GMT -5
The music trilled a short descant before Conan lowered the flute, gaining a quick breather as the flute disappeared from his hands. He smiled at the audience, his practiced eye catching a familiar woman as she wove her way towards the stage. She stopped beside a woman in a rather hideous muggle dress. Conan was more familiar with the muggle world than most, and so recognized the fashion as something few aside from old, eccentric ladies might wear.
He spread his arms in dramatic fashion, welcoming the crowd into his world. He’d always had a special talent for wowing crowds, for mesmerising them and helping them forget their cares for a short time. He was a different person on stage, with his muggle wizardry and the tales and traditions of his childhood. He was likeable, personable; his eyes sparkled with mirth and his face creased in smiles.
“Welcome to th’ show, ladies an’ gents! Tonight our entertainment consists of stories and songs,” his gaze went to his sister, “And later I shall need a volunteer from the audience!” He continued the short speech he made before every show, telling more of what would happen that evening and where the audience could put their coin.
“And now, the main event!”
Conan moved, acting out the parts of the story as he talked, his voice changing from character to character, his carriage changing with a flow and ease that was mesmerising. Occasionally he would add flute or fiddle music to the story.
“Long ago, in the times of the auld kings of Ireland…”
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