love is dead ~ [ DHRUV ]

[Angelo Cremona]

Overall, today just wasn't Angelo's day. The Muggle girl from next door whom he'd casually been flirting with for the last two years whenever he'd been home for holidays had actually plucked up the courage to ask him out. Usually that wouldn't freak Angelo out in the least, but that'd been before he'd come home this summer hols and was informed by his devilishly giggling younger brother that he'd been told by her younger sister that she was crazily in love with Angelo. Crazily in love as in doodling their names together in her notebook and calling herself Mrs Triton-Cremona. Excuse me, but that was just far too much for Angelo. He'd run like a bat out of hell, avoiding the girl at all costs and pretending he wasn't around the house whenever she came to visit. It had gotten to the present point that he was currently headed for Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes to look for an Invisibility Cloak, no matter how short the invisibility magic would last.

He'd just made a wee stop at Sugarplum's. See, there was this other girl working part-time at the Weasley's shop and she was rather pretty looking, really. He'd flirted with her once before and she seemed the very casual, laid-back type. And so it was that he decided to drown his sorrows (not that he was sad, actually) by passing by the sweet shop to purchase a small gift - small enough to be casual, yet a gift was required when courting girls, after all - for the pretty witch.

Long fingers reaching for a box of inexpensive chocolate, he mulled quite seriously over what flavour to get.

[Dhruv Cornfoot]

Rhea was such an idiot sometimes. That was the only thought running through Dhruv's mind as he entered the sweet-shop, his face creased into a frown for once, atypically for him. They had been doing their school shopping that day, and were due to leave for India the next day. However, he'd lost her - again. She had this propensity to run off with someone she knew even very vaguely and begin chatting to them like they were the best of friends, and though Dhruv was a talkative person himself, there were times to focus on what you were supposed to be doing, and this was one of them. He knew she was fifteen and could probably take care of herself by now, but he couldn't help his overprotectiveness. For all he knew, she'd already Flooed back home, forgetting that she even had a brother.

Sugarplum's was the last shop Dhruv was going to check before he called it quits and decided that Rhea could handle herself, though he was looking forward to having a talk with her at home about not running away like that. If he found her, she would probably roll her eyes and say that she was a big girl now and didn't need him babying her. He had begun to imagine the entire conversation in his head, as he poked it into the door of the sweet shop. It had a reasonable amount of people in it, but he didn't recognise anyone, especially not his sister. However, he did see one boy at the counter, who he identified vaguely as being in Rhea's house but one year older. He probably knows her, he thought as he made his way over to the boy.

Tapping him on the shoulder, he began, "Hey, uh, have you seen my sister?" Realising that would not help much, he continued. "Rhea Cornfoot... your house, going into fifth year, talks way too much for her own good? Wait. You are a Gryffindor, right? Did she come in here at any point while you were here?"

[Angelo Cremona]

Angelo's musings on which flavour to get - orange or caramel, or just an assorted box - were interrupted when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around and was met with the face of an Indian boy he vaguely recognised from school. One year above him and in a different house, probably? Had a sister in Angelo's house, he thought vaguely, his suspicious being correct when the boy asked about his sister in Angelo's house.

The blonde blinked at the barrage of questions coming his way. "Okay..." he replied slowly, unsure. "Which question d'you want me to answer first? Actually, don't answer that. I'll try to answer that in order." Angelo's face scrunched a little as he tried to remember the order of questions that he'd been asked. "No, I've not seen your sister. I think I've heard of a Rhea Cornfoot, yes. And I haven't seen her, but I've only been here for five minutes, so."

He grinned emphatically at the Indian boy. "Did I get them all? By the way," he added, sounding more curious than disapproving, "how can you lose a sister? Not that I'm looking for tips, as I don't have a sister, but I'm just curious. I haven't heard too often of losing a fifteen-year-old sister in Diagon Alley."