A New School Year [OPEN LOG]

It's almost time for school! Time for the yearly trip back to Diagon Alley. New books, potion ingredients, and robe fittings? Absolutely. First years? Go get your wands. More importantly, now's the time to catch up with old friends and see how they've been over the summer.
If it's your first time to Diagon Alley, maybe you can catch someone heading in to show you the way? Don't worry, there's always a helpful witch or wizard about to guide the Muggleborns to the right location if they get a little lost!
( Kicking things off with a quick and easy log! Threads may take place anywhere in Diagon Alley, with any characters that will be heading to Hogwarts. Feel free to threadjack, threadhop, or create multiple threads depending on if you want others to hop in when you change locations! Most importantly, have fun! )

Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour
Not entirely out of the ordinary if you actually knew Razputin, but... still kind of odd. But hey, he'd basically already bought most of his school supplies now, and since he didn't have many of his personal posessions from home, most of it fit in his bag (sans a few books that he was currently holding in one of his hands.)
What was a twelve-year-old to do when left alone to their own devices in an alleyway full of witchcraft and wizardry in the final days before the school year began?
Go get ice cream. Of course. That was a silly question.
As such, Raz could be found sitting by himeslf outside of Floearn Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor, happily invested in eating his ice cream cone.
Almost time for school? Finally time for school.]
why hello there
[It's a good thing Raz is pretty easy to spot, too. Even if Norman isn't too aware of Raz's... specific
repeatcircumstances this year, it's not hard for Norman to tell that--well, Raz isn't here with his parents at all again.Waving to something behind Raz first, Norman scuffs a shoe against the ground as he waves. He's a little tired from flying over here; after all, muggle parents weren't too keen on magical transportation. This year he'd convinced them he'd be fine getting to Diagon Alley on his own, however, so he's without a sitter as well.
But between himself and his friends, they'd be fine, right?]
You just get here?
TOUCHES YOUR FACE
Norman!
[He excitedly jumped out of his seat to rush over to his friend.]
Nah, I've been here for a while. I've already got all my stuff! [He said, happily gesturing to his bag of who-really-knows-what now.]
Did you? 'Cause I think you already lost your parents, heheh.
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[His dad had practically been scarred last time.]
But yeah, I got most of my stuff!
[He holds out his own bag like a trick-or-treater and smiles his tiny smile before putting the bag back over his back. Magical bags were great- carrying cauldrons and the like was a chore.]
And what about yours?
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[Aaaw yeeaaah stupid magical kids unsupervised in Diagon Alley it was practically the perfect thing before the school year got started--
At least it was until Norman asked the question. Awkward.]
Naaah, they're at home, like always. The Traveling Circus Business is kind of a lucrative one I guess. And they're not really big on all the magical stuff.
[Juuust a shrug.]
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That's cool. Do you have any pictures from the circus?
[Well, it seemed cool, anyway. Much better than home-- but Hogwarts was even better than that.]
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Hm... I don't think I have any pictures, but I think I have one of our posters.
[He set some of the books down and started digging through his back with his now-free hand. After a moment, he pulled his hand back out, producing a circus poster advertising the trapeze act as the "Flying Aquatos," and handing it to Norman.]
It's not that interesting, to be honest. Mostly it's just a lot of work and people yelling at you.
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Well, if you ever wanna practice and need an audience, I'd like to see. Only if you want to, though.
[Carefully coiling the poster back up, Norman hands it back to Raz and nods.]
I only ever went to one circus and back where I live they weren't exactly good ones. The ghosts had pretty cool stories to tell, though.
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Sure! But I think last time I tried climbing in the common room I got yelled at by Ms. Smollet. [Whoooops.
More importantly!]
You met ghost circus performers? What were they like?!
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Yeah! They were so cool. There was this one guy who fractured his collarbone and broke his neck when he fell from the tightrope, but really he thinks it was actually his brother who oiled the middle of it to make him fall so he could steal his girlfriend. But then the brother fell off the ladder and broke his neck too, so they kind of just fight all the time behind the ring.
[Norman you are so... animated about this.]
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It was a good thing Raz was listening intently then, with how worked up Norman seemed to be over it. He couldn't help but start laughing at the end though.]
Hahah, seriously?! Man, we never had stuff like that happen at my circus! I don't think anyone would even think about how to get oil all the way up there. No one's creative enough to think of murder plots.
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I dunno, maybe you just missed them. Maybe I'll find a way to come see your show, pick out all your ghosts.
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And then he remembers oh wait.]
Uuuhhh... that's probably not a good idea. I don't think my dad would appreciate one of my friends talking about ghosts.
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[Of course Rai knows who Raz is. They're both from the same house and they're both from families of renowned acrobats. Not from the same circus of course- but the flying community was a small one.]
Yo, Aquato!
[Check your reflexes kid, that's a quaffle.]
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The sound of the voice alerts him, but it's the quaffle in particular that makes Raz jump up and take notice-- literally, he jumped up, dropped what was in his hands, and caught the quaffle with both hands.]
Hah! [Yeah tell him to check his reflexes, will ya.] You're gonna have to do better than that!
[...This victory was pretty sweet until he realized that he dropped his ice cream on the ground.]
Aw man...
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[Rai saw him drop his ice cream and frowned. Whoops.]
Aw, bummer, man. My bad.
[Yeah, he wasn't going to walk away from knocking a second year's ice cream on the ground. He digs in his pockets for a few sickles.]
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There was a small pout on his face, but he nevertheless hefted the ball up and tossed it up into the air and back to Rai.]
At least I can prove I still have better reflexes than you!