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Famous throughout Diagon Alley the Leaky Cauldron is ran by a friendly couple whose names is known to many, Hannah Abbott and her husband Neville Longbottom run a bustling operation although dingy in some places. The pubs inside is comprised of small bar and a counter behind which the proprietors sit while in front is the dining area filled with a seeming oxymoron of a neat clutter of tables and chairs, two flight of stairs lead up to the cosy accommodations for both travelers and patrons and the owners and down to the locked basement.
Perhaps its fame may be derived by the fact it is the entrance to Diagon(and by extension Knockturn) Alley-appearing to be a run-down store to unknowing Muggles-Or the fact that it is run by classmates of Harry Potter.Overall this is a cheery yet grubby hangout for travelers and students alike!
((Role-Play here!))

((Fifteen shops 'til Role-Playing anyone? Not to sound caustic but the moderator needs to moderate.))

((Understood I'll just delete that.))

((I suppose that would be best to keep other members from misunderstanding the ban before fifteen shops and all. Thank you))

((Welcome))

Acel Delmon Marque was asleep on the bar slowly he woke up and looked around him four green bottles laying around him he drained one with a little bit of alcohol in it and stood up but failed in his attempted to walk and soon set back down.

LilyBelle sat in a chair looking around and taking in the dangerous looking faces. The fog of the horrors past looked around the room. It was musty she could barely breathe. She came to escape from the world.

Vladimir walked inside, talking with his friends. He saw LilyBelle sitting alone and went over to her. "Um hey, Lil, what are you doing here alone?" He asked her.

She knew she looked bad... In a creepy place like this alone. Lord knows what girls alone are doing in the leaky caldron. "I just uh... Had a bad day and wanted to come here to calm down." Lil replied.

"Oh, well I hope you feel better. But I don't think a girl as young and pretty as yourself should be here alone. I'm not sure if you've heard the stories..." He replied in concern.

She smiled softly at the compliment, "thank you, but I didn't have anyone else to go with. You see my boyfriend just recently broke up with me. Two hours ago in fact." LilyBelle looked past him to avoid crying.
((My phone might die soon, so it might be a long response. Sorry!))

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. If I may ask, whom were you dating previously?" He asked her as he sat next to her.

"Victor Andre." She replied sadly.

"Victor Andrade? As in my cousin?" he asked himself, "Huh, it's been awhile since I've spoken to him. I'm not sure why he broke up with you, but I'm sure he'll think things through and do what is best for his heart."

"I know why he broke up with me it is a long story." LilyBelle replied .

He gave her a soft smile. "It's alright. I don't want to be a bother. I've been looking for my fiance all day. Have you seen him? His name is Damien."

"You light want to check in he tea shop. I left him there about two hours ago." LilyBelle smiled.

"Oh! Lovely! Thank you, my dear. I do hope your relationship gets better!" he said happily as he waved and walked out the door.

"Anytime," she muttered to herself. LilyBelle stood and headed to find peace in the meadow.

Paige's hair was plastered to her face, completely sopping wet. She was wearing a black jacket, which was doing okay at keeping her from completely freezing. Paige's sneakers squeaked as they made a mad dash across the cobblestone street, laughing hysterically. Maybe it was the film they'd seen, or the rain, but everything seemed horrendously funny at this moment.

Sheltered under the arch of the entrance, Paige pulled out her wand and began drying out both of their clothes and hair. It was only moments before Paige's hair was dry, though now completely frizzed by the dampness of the air.

((This is so short-- sorry!))

Paige sat on the worn leather seat, aware that her jeans were still wet and were dripping all over the seat. Their table was near a large, grand fireplace, taller than Paige herself, and a cheerful fire flickered away merrily, dousing her with warmth, stopping her shivering.

Turning to smile brightly at the warm looking waiter, Paige looked across at Finn who nodded, go ahead, "I'll have a cafe mocha, with a shot of caramel if you wouldn't mind," and the waiter nodded, jotting down the order on his notepad.

"What do you want? Um...let's get an order of chips," she began, looking over at Finn, who was smiling a little at her. "What?"

When the waiter walked away, Paige bursted into giggles, for it was absolutely cute how clueless Finn was about the muggle world. It was still so novel to her, but Paige reluctantly slid her iPhone out of her pocket, unlocking it with her fingerprint. Finn's eyes were as round as galleons, and Paige laughed out loud.

"So this is an iPhone," she said, angling her arms so Finn could also see the screen. "It's sort of a communication device, and a sort of...textbook? Like you can look up information and it gives it to you. And best of all," Paige said, tapping on the application with the green circle and three black lines, "It carries all the music in the world."

Reaching into her pocket again, Paige pulled out her earbuds, and Finn looked even more confused. "These go in your ears. Like extendable ears. But instead of hearing stuff that's far away, you hear the music coming out of the iPhone," she explained, offering Finn the left earbud.

((Apologies!))

Paige smiled at Finn, her hand lingering a moment too long by his ear, and she blushed a little, returning to look at her phone. Finn's face the whole time was a mix of excitement, confusion and curiosity. She wondered what he was expecting, and hoped that her music would live up to those expectations. Muggle music was so vastly different from that of the wizarding community, she was interested in what he would think.

Navigating through her playlists, Paige clicked on the one titled "Paige's Tunes" and scrolled down for a moment, then pressed play.

It was her absolute favorite song, Every Breath You Take by the Police. It too was one of her mom's favorites from her youth, and it reminded her of home. The opening guitar solo filled her ears, and she grinned, turning her head a quarter of an inch to see what Finn was thinking.

((It's always been my favorite song, so I thought I'd throw it in there.))

Paige stayed silent for the duration of the song, watching Finn closely. She was a little nervous to reveal this part of her, the part that was so unfamiliar to his kind, but at the same time, it felt incredible. The familiar tune washed over her, and she began to relax a little, her posture relaxing as well.

Closing her eyes, Paige started to drum out of the beat on the table with her finger, and Finn began to hum quietly. It was nearing the end, they had just listened to the bridge. She couldn't help wonder what Finn was thinking right now. If she was reading him correctly, he was really enjoying it, but maybe he was just being polite?

But no, peeking a look at Finn through her squinting eyes, Paige noticed that he was beginning to catch on to the lyrics of the chorus, and was mouthing them silently to himself.

The song ended, the sound fading out into nothingness. Paige fully opened her eyes, to find that Finn was staring at her intently, a look of wonder on his face.

Paige ducked her head as Finn thanked her, for some reason to her those words of gratitude were so special and intimate to her, she kept them to herself, smiling shyly at her lap.

Thanking the waiter, Paige noticed his curious eyes lingered momentarily on the metal and glass box held in her hands, but he turned around and went about his business wiping down vacant tables.

Looking down at her phone, Paige scrolled down some more, looking for something much different but still as good, but she didn't want to show him anything from the before the 80's, Every Breath You Take had covered her favorite genre.

"Well...do any of these titles stand out to you? Surprise yourself, pick a random one," Paige said, turning the screen towards Finn and taking a long sip of the coffee, curious as to which he would pick, she had such a variety of options.

((I'M SO SORRY I SOMEHOW KEEP MISSING THESE NOTIFICATIONS! Also I love Vance Joy!!))

Paige felt as if this new song was one she could talk during without disrupting much, without ruining the experience for Finn.

She nodded goofily at Finn, who looked so excited and proud about his discovery. Paige thought it was cute how Finn wouldn't touch the phone himself, it reminded her of how careful she'd been with her wand for the first few months she'd had it, how she'd been so gentle.

"This is a good one," she said as the song played, laughing at Finn's goofy gestures, impressed by how accurate the strumming and cords were. "Do you play ukulele? I wouldn't have pinned you as the musical type," she admitted, grinning.

((I haven't listened to much of it, but based off of what I've heard, I really like it!))

The song kept playing in the background, the two of them dancing a little bit to themselves. It was really cool that Finn could play the ukulele, though Paige adored music, she'd realized that it was more of her calling to appreciate the work of others rather than to make it herself, she could sometimes sing, but not very well, and she had never really tried to play an instrument, except for guitar when she was twelve, and that was a disaster.

"That's really cool," was all she said, taking out her earbud and setting on the table, pressing pause on the music.

Paige hadn't even noticed that their chips had arrived too, and she dipped one in the ketchup the waiter had also brought them, chewing slowly and swallowing before answering.
"Well, I mean there's such a broad spectrum. Is there any in particular that interests you?"

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Paige dipped a chip in the ketchup, chewing it thoughtfully while she considered Finn's questions. Paige didn't watch a whole lot of TV shows, she liked movies better because they were not as much of a time commitment. She looked at the wall behind Finn's head, thinking about how to explain television.

"So...TV is sort of like movies. But shorter. They are usually in like 25 or 45 minute segments, but some are longer," Paige began, taking a slow drink of her coffee, which was delicious. The Leaky Cauldron had her favorite coffee, and they always got her order exactly right.

Paige tilted her head to one side, thinking. "So how they work is they are in a sort of series, like a book. And there's all sorts, like movies," she giggled when he mispronounced Netflix, and she turned on her phone again, pressing the app next to Spotify, a red 'n' on a black background. She didn't use Netflix very often, but her brother insisted on having a subscription.

"This is Netflix," she added, scrolling down and showing Finn all the different titles of movies and TV shows. "There are movies and TV shows on here, and they're free when you pay a certain amount, like 7 quid a month? Something like that. Anyways, you can watch pretty much anything on here. There's musicals, sitcoms, documentaries, whatever you want," she said, showing him the screen.

She clicked on the cover showing two men in dark suits, with the white print that read Sherlock across the bottom. "This is the only show I watch religiously, it's based off of this old book series called Sherlock Holmes, written in like the 1800's or something. I tried to read the first one but I couldn't really get into it. But the show is amazing.

"Benedict Cumberbatch," she rambled, pointing towards the man with the dark curly hair, "Is the main character, Sherlock, I mean you've probably heard of Sherlock Holmes right?"

((That was a lot longer than I anticipated!))

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((Hi! If you want to I'd love to continue))

((I'm okay dropping it if you are. We can start up another RP with Paige and Finn soon.))