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[clumsy_auror]

It's a bit of a blustery winter's day, in London. Tonks had wanted to perhaps bring Anthony and Sunny along with her and Raven, but it's chilly enough that she thought it best that they stay at home with their dad and be cozy by the fire.

"'Ere we are," Tonks announces, pulling Raven out the back entrance of the Leaky Cauldron and adjusting the black and yellow scarf over her chin. "Diagon Alley, in all its splendour."

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[creator_raven]

Raven grins brightly, eyes darting left and right, hands in his pockets.

"It is busy, I think. Also," and this is accompanied by a slight wince, "there are cousins. It is best to be careful."

It had to be owls, didn't it?

[clumsy_auror]

"...Not a fan?" she asks, watching him eye one of the barn owls perched atop the craggy eaves of the nearest roof.

[creator_raven]

He snorts.

"Not when there are many, I think. Hopefully they are busy."

The barn owl watches back, then flutters its wings sharply.

It is possible this is the equivalent of a sniff.

Raven grins.

"It is a good sign, that."

[clumsy_auror]

"If you say so," she laughs, shuffling along in the snow. "So. Anything you want to see first?"

[creator_raven]

"Everything is not helpful, yes?"

He grins.

"There was candy before, I think. Also mention of jokes?"

Raven is easy. Sometimes this is regrettable.

[clumsy_auror]

"A man... shaped-thing after my own heart." With a firm nod, she slips her arm through his and leads him down the cobblestoned street. "I've actually got a hankering for a bit of ice cream, so let's hit Florean's first. Haven't had my pumpkin chocolate swirl in far too long."

[creator_raven]

Raven blinks.

"It sounds messy, I think."

He does not sound displeased.

"Though I would think it is heavy, yes?"

[clumsy_auror]

A moment's pause, as she considers. "...Not terribly! Florean's ice cream is very... whippy. Nice and light. Magic, after all," Tonks reminds him.

[creator_raven]

"Sometimes magic is very heavy."

He grins.

"Or possibly that is gravity, and rocks."

[clumsy_auror]

"A little of all of that, I reckon," she agrees, ducking inside Fortescue's.

"Well. What'll you have?"

The menu is... exensive.

[creator_raven]

Raven is studying the menu intently.

Or at least, he's looking at it very carefully.

"There is no eyeball flavor?"

And, it appears, no bear fat, either.

Alas, both of his staples are not present.

"Chocolate cherry pecan ripple, then."

[clumsy_auror]

"Excellent choice."

Tonks steps up and places the order, and a few moments later returns to Raven and hands him a Very Very Large Cone.

We're talking volcanic, in its proportions.

"I stole a bite," she announces.

[creator_raven]

Raven stares.

His lip wobbles.

This is apparently his woebegone expression.

It is not a laughing matter.

"Better than stealing the whole thing, perhaps."

[clumsy_auror]

She offers her own cone in return. As a peace offering, like.

"Go on, then," she says cheerfully. "It's good."

[creator_raven]

Raven takes a taste.

He is very careful not to take the whole cone. Then he tilts his head, frowning in thought.

"You are right, I think. Though it is not so crunchy."

It might be that he was thinking pumpkin seeds, as well.

[clumsy_auror]

"Oh, are you into crunchy, too?"

Tonks leads the way back out into the cold, though srangely, the ice cream does not worsen that effect.

Magic really is bloody brilliant.

"You and Sunny should start a club."

[creator_raven]

Raven grins.

"She would be a good President, I think. Also Vice President. And Secretary."

This, of course, means Raven is left with Treasurer.

For obvious reasons.

[clumsy_auror]

"Perhaps you two could fit it into your schedule of Glittering."

[creator_raven]

"Possibly."

He tilts his head, frowning a bit.

"Glittering is very demanding, I think. Also it would be a shameful thing to neglect."

[clumsy_auror]

"Sunny agrees, most definitely. Bernard has to clean it out of his ears on a fairly regular basis."

The two of them walk along the narrow streets for a while, peering in the shop windows and enjoying their ice creams. Finally, they come to a stop at Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.

"Mind your fingers. Never know what's going on in here."

[creator_raven]

Raven's expression sharpens. For a very brief moment, there is a hint of calculation in it.

As one professional to another, after a fashion.

"Also best, perhaps, to watch my nose."

[clumsy_auror]

"Watch everything."

The door swings open and they step inside. As with every Saturday, the shop's crammed full, and Tonks waves over her head at the twins where they're manning the tills.

"Well. Pick your poison," she says, gesturing expansively and then peering over at the nearest display of... blood-squirting vampire fangs. Nice.

[creator_raven]

Raven pokes delicately at the fangs, then is horribly distracted by a brightly-colored display in the corner.

They are apparently very tiny ducks.

Very tiny, very explosive ducks.

And next to them, of course, is a small pile of sugar cubes.

This is possibly suspicious.

[clumsy_auror]

She eyes them.

"...I probably don't even wanna know."

Then she wanders in the direction of the firecrackers. "I've got a list from Bernard," Tonks explains, rolling her eyes and grinning a bit.

[creator_raven]

Raven turns.

If he has also picked up one of the ducks and a few of the sugar cubes, it is incidental.

Really.

"They are large enough?"

He looks vaguely doubtful.