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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2016 8:16 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2016 8:20 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2016 8:22 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2018 8:52 pm
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I can't help but feel like I'm one in a m i l l i o n I'm worth all the c r a p that I'm putting you through
╔════════════════════════════╗ Zoe Quimby Beauxbatons Alumna - Nineteen Years Old - Pureblood - Free Spirit ╚════════════════════════════╝
Zoe opened the door to the salon, pink hair half up in space buns. It took a little while to find this place, since she was new to England and had not yet had a chance to explore and familiarize herself with all the cool wizard towns. However, she managed just fine so far. The French woman didn’t think she really needed to dress up to apply – especially since she wasn’t expecting an interview off the bat. As far as she knew, the owner wasn’t even in today. Zoe imagined she’d drop off her resume and be on her way to spend the money that she didn’t have. Ugh, I need a job, she thought with a slight shake of her head, her hair following in motion.
Upon noticing a man sweeping up hair in the shop, she approached him with a smile. “Hi, excuse me. I was wondering if you’re hiring?” she asked, waiting for the man to accept her resume and tell her he’d pass it on to the manager. On a side note, he was pretty attractive – Zo would not mind working with him every day even if he was quite a bit older than her. Oh, who cares. Age was just a number after all.
((OOC: outfit in left picture)) xxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxx
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2018 3:45 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2018 8:44 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2018 5:38 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2018 10:43 pm
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I can't help but feel like I'm one in a m i l l i o n I'm worth all the c r a p that I'm putting you through
╔════════════════════════════╗ Zoe Quimby Beauxbatons Alumna - Nineteen Years Old - Pureblood - Free Spirit ╚════════════════════════════╝
Zoe shook her head quickly upon being asked the proceeding question. “Self taught,” she answered before explaining a bit more. “I grew bored with my regular brown hair when I was a student, so I experimented different styles and colours, and eventually, I got pretty good.” For the first while that she was learning and practicing, her hair colour was pretty patchy. However, that was something that the man wouldn’t find out about – at least not today. Zoe realized she still hadn’t any idea what his name was, and – oh, s**t – he didn’t know hers either. “My name’s Zoe, by the way,” she said, sticking out a hand to formerly shake his. “Zoe Quimby.” She hoped dearly that she didn't ruin any first impressions by not properly introducing herself at the beginning of their conversation.
((OOC: outfit in left picture)) xxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxx
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2018 4:22 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2018 9:50 am
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Posted: Fri Sep 27, 2019 5:05 am
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xx⇴ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? Magic Clips Salon xxx⇴ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Chad... Dad xxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Birthday Party? xxxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? This is really sweet
Finley had thus far spent his eleventh birthday just... sitting alone in the apartment he now shared with Chad - his dad? - though the walls still felt strange to him. A few nights he'd woken up in a panic because he'd lived so many years at Wool's that anywhere else was different. Last night was different, he'd been up all night worrying that he wouldn't get his Hogwarts letter. He was pretty sure that he'd never done magic, which was pretty much a sure sign that he wasn't a wizard at all.
After a while, he crawled out of bed, but Chad was working downstairs, so Finley was left to his own devices. He cleaned up his room a little bit, then ended up laying back in bed to play some melancholic jazz. He'd not had a birthday party in forever, so why was it so much harder now? After what felt like forever, he heard Chad's voice call out. He paused in his playing just long enough to catch the man's final words ushering him to the shop. Great, he'd probably have to sweep up hair or something too. Maybe Chad had just... forgotten? He'd only been Finley's dad for a couple months, so it was entirely possible...
The boy slid on his grungy converse, not bothering to fuss with the laces at all. He trudged down the stairs, tripping a bit because his hair was getting long again. Psh. He pushed open the door of the shop, looking surprised when he saw Chad standing beside a little table. The man even had on a pointy party hat. Finley walked over, a small smile forming on his lips. "Thanks Cha-...dad. Thanks." The words sounded a bit forced, but he was determined to start calling the man his dad. It was only fair. Morose brown eyes looked up expectantly, not really knowing what to do at a birthday party. He hadn't ever really had one, after all.
Mᴀʏʙᴇ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ᴀɴᴅ sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴘᴏᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ Bᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜɴʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘs ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ sᴏᴜʟ, ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴅʀᴏᴡɴ? Iꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰɪsᴛs ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴀᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʙᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟꜰ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴇɢs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ Iꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ sᴇᴛᴛʟɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴏꜰ ɢʀᴀʏ sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʜᴀᴛᴇ Iꜰ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʟɪsᴛᴇɴ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ, Iꜰ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ɪs ʟᴇꜰᴛ sᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴍʙs ᴇxᴘʟᴏᴅᴇ, ɪꜰ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ Fᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴀʀᴇ, I ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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