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[Azalea "Lea" Hampton]

The sun shone down brightly over the road at Diagon Ally, warming everyone on it. This wasn’t Lea’s best idea of a good day, though. She thought the sun was hot and annoying, but that could just be her mood at the moment. It was Sunday and she hated Sundays. She just wanted to lay around and wait for it to be over, but her mother had insisted they go school shopping that day. Like it couldn’t wait until Monday. Lea thought her mother just wanted out of the house and away from the new house elf that seemed to be driving her crazy. Lea found it more competition than help, though. Driving her mother crazy was Lea’s job, not some aggravating little house elves that didn’t know how to do their job properly. Lea held up her hand, shielding her eyes from the sun as she looked around the shops and at the people. They all seemed to have a smile plaster on their faces. Lea wanted to hit them. She hated people being happy when she was in a bad mood.

She passed so many dull shops she wanted to pull out her hair. She had finally escaped her mother to go to the robe shop, but she couldn’t remember exactly where it was. She had been walking for nearly twenty minutes and it was making her mood even worse. This was so stupid. All these shops looked the same. Well, except of course the signs and the things the sold, but they were all either brick or white. None of them stood out too much. She sighed, looking ahead of her, seeing Gringotts back shadowing over the malled area. At least she knew where that was. She thought she knew where the robe shop was, but she had gotten turned around at some point and got confused. Nothing knew for Lea. She looked up at the sign to see Florish and Botts, rolling her eyes. She was near the book store and she was sure that the robe shop was the other way.

“Arg, I am such a stupid blonde, why did I ever volunteer…” Lea grumbled under her breath as she turned around and began back the way she had just came. Tracing her steps was something Lea really hated. She tried to look away from the smiley faced people and just concentrate on where she was going. “Madam Malkin’s Robe Shop… Madam Malkin’s Robe Shop…” She repeated over to herself as her emerald eyes scanned the stores signs. She passed a ice cream parlor and a qudditch supplies store, which was tempting to go in, but refrained, before she ever reached the robe shop. She let out a frustrated sigh of relief as she walked into, yes you guessed it, the white boring shop.

Upon her entrance the smell of cheap perfume and laundry detergent burnt her nose. She winched, coughing a bit. She didn’t ever remember this place smiling that bad. They must have done something different with it. Did they want to make their customers sick. With that thought a very happy looking woman came up to her. She walked as if she had springs in her feet, hoping with every jump. Lea rolled her eyes at this, really fed up with everything at this point.

“May I help you?” The happy woman asked. Lea’s mind flew as she thought of possible smart aleck remark. She could comment on the horrid smell the place gave off. Lea knew her real kill would be commenting on the woman’s outfit. She was dressed like she was off to the circus or something. Her dress was slim on top, got parachuteish at the bottom, and then at her knee it wrapped tightly. The dress was red with black polka dot with green frilly trim around the edges. It took all Lea could do not to laugh. That really did lighten her mood.

“Yes,” Lea replied, knowing she shouldn’t insult the person trying to help her. She actually wanted her robes to fit. “I need a new pair of robes. I out grew mine. Slytherin.” She added at the end so the woman knew what she was working with. As Lea finished her sentence a very high pitched scream came from the back. The woman bit her lip looking behind her and then looked back at Lea.

“I will be right back.” She assured her, rushing off in the other direction. Lea sighed, folding her arms. Back down went her mood.

[•Hibiki Nakamura•]

Let us play...

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Oh the joys of the crowded Diagon Alley! Though Hibiki was supposed to be picking up a few stray things he had taken the time instead to skip about causing tiny bouts of chaos as he went. Already he had managed to scare a couple of first ears. He didn't suppose the muggle born twits would really know what was in store for them, so he spiced it up a little. It was what they got for asking questions in the open, after all. He was not to blame if they changed their minds. In the past few hours he had also managed to make another fellow Slythern bloody, and caused a few girls to cry. He days would be completely unscathed and perfect. He didn't need much else. He was on top of the world.

He step he took was planned and sweeping. He enjoyed the glances he got. He knew he wasn't the normal. His shirt stopped right above his belly button, his navel ring exposed and glittering. He was adorned in patched of silver and gold lace among which several charms hung and jingled. His hair was braided back halfway, to which it then fell straight, only elongated bangs hung out, crushed out of his face carelessly.

This was the result of his early years of rebellion that he had decided that he rather well liked and stuck with. He smirked remembering how his grandparents had shit a brick the first time he came home with a piercing. The so-called crazy hairstyles have driven them mad but not feeling it was enough Hibiki had pierced himself more. His right ear had been the first to bare the "wounds". Soon after he found the pain and pleasure of the things desirable. The last thing he had gotten was his lip, which seemed to be the last straw fo them. They had threatened to kick him to the muggles. Not that he cared, he could take them.

He would not have thought twice about denying their ways, had they kept their mouths shut. They had insulted his father's honor one too many times. Hibiki had already been on the edge before then, and they had only pushed him further. His grandmother still tried, she called him Koukuro, or dark prince. He rather liked the title, only because it admitted her defeat. Still, he had not won completely. There was still this utter nonsense about marrying him off. The right family, the right blood, the right children to be had. He was not some prize stud to be auctioned off. He refused. Still, they had not found a family to their liking, so Hibiki had been safe. Besides, in a few months he would be too old for them to hand off. They will have lost. He chuckled loudly, his foot catching another of the tiny first years, pile of books and supplies in hand. It wasn't his fault the freak wasn't watchign where he was going. Hibiki merely made a whistle as the kid crashed to the ground, things flying everywhere. Perhaps he should have felt bad. He didn't know why he should, though.

Turning into a building he grit his teeth. The robe shop, how wonderful. He often found this to be the worse part of school. The women in here were all too old and snooty to his liking. If anyone was going to be feeling him up to dress, or undress him, he would have preferred it to be someone rather beautiful.

He knew, right away, as he walked in, that the women here felt just as much love for him as they did for him. Over the years there had been plenty of fights with him over the robes. He'd only been kicked out the past three years in a row. He silently wondered if he could make this year four. His tongue snaked from his mouth licking his lips, stopping to toy with his lip ring. The women in the front seemed to be discussing amongst themselves as he casually walked over. They immediately hushed, two of them glaring at his tongue's motions. He shrugged and stopped, his eyes rolling. It wasn't like he was making lude gestures to them. Had they been twenty years younger an bustier, perhaps.

"I think we know each other well enough, can we get on with this bit of business quickly before I gag. This place smells like a brothel for geriatrics."

There was a huff and a few gruff comments, none that he caught. An arm was lifted and he was pointed to the back room. He shrugged and trotted to the back, a skip in his step. He hadn't been back there long before the woman sizing him up for robes let out a blood curdling scream. As another woman rushed back, he was pushed out, robes of every kind and color being tossed in his direction.

"OUT! OUT, OUT, OUT WITH YOU VILE BEAST!"

Hibiki stumbled backward, his laughter almost as loud as her shouts. The woman was storming after him, her face red with anger. Hi simply found the whole situation hilarious. He hadn't even done anything yet to warrant this kind of reaction, but he enjoyed it anyways. The other woman hushed the first, her eyes narrowing at Hibiki.

What did you DO this time, Nakamura?

The way she spat out his last name, one would almost thing she had been chewing rotten food. Hibiki shrugged and went to speak, when the angry woman erupted again.

"He pulled his THING out on me!"

Hibiki's eyes got wide; tears streaming from the corners of his eyes as he laughed harder still.

"I did no such thing, it has been out, you old bag!"

The two women wondered off into back after a brief and utterly rude "stay there" was spat out. He let his laughter wind down and with his hand jammed into his pocket hopped about staring at the store. That was when the lovely lady caught his eye. She looked familiar, didn't she? He shrugged and skipped over to her, his many adornments jingling as he did so.

"Tell me, maiden. Are you oh so offended by my "thing" as well?"

He snorted, leaning back, one hand slipping from his pocket to tug at his navel ring. Quite honestly, he had never had it so easy to cause a stir. His eyes narrowed for a moment, eying her. He was sure he knew her.

"It seems I can not place you. Where have I happened to have seen you before?"

He was almost certain she went to Hogwarts, but other then that he was at a loss to place her. So many people came and went in his life that he had failed to remember anyone less important then his family. rocking from his heels to his toes he waited for her response, the mischievous gleam still glowing brightly in his eyes.

I promise to go easy on you.

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[Azalea "Lea" Hampton]

((Okay, I am new to the whole long post thing, so bare with me here, lol.))

Lea rolled her eyes as the woman went running off. Was their nobody that gave good service anymore? It was really frustrating. She leaned against the wall behind her as she wondered what it could have been to cause so much comotion. The woman had seemed more on edge than Lea when she had walked in. Was someone back there? Well, that she knew, but she wondered who it could possibly be. She waited, crossing her arms. She had been back there for a full two minutes. Didn't she have other employees there that could help with whatever it might be? Lea didn't have all day. Although this beat shopping with her mother, she didn't want to stand and waste her precious free time actually doing what she had told her mother she had went to do. She glanced at her watched again for the third time in the past twenty seconds. Lea was not a patient person, espeically when she had better things to do. Like strolling knockturn ally. Maybe catching up with one or two of her friends that might be there. No, this woman had to keep her waiting so that when she was finished she would have to go find her mother.

All of a sudden she heard someone yelling, jolting Lea out of her thoughts. She didn't even realize she was so out of it. It had to be the high smell in there. It was making her a bit light headed now. Maybe she could sue for that... Nah. Her mother would never apporve of that. SHe had to be such a good two shoes, sometimes. It really aggervated Lea. She rolled her eyes, letting her thoughts get the best of her again. She waited for something else to happen. Maybe she should just go investagate. They had her intrigued now.

However, Lea did not have to go looking for what the comtion had been, because it came bouncing to her. It was in the form of a boy who she reconized as a Slytherin. Lip ring and all. That was the only reason she knew who he was. She couldn't place what his name was, but she had seen him in the common room. The only reason she remembered that was because of his pericing. Not many Slytherin's had things like that. Not wanting the look.

"Tell me, maiden. Are you oh so offended by my "thing" as well?"

Maiden? Lea had to chuckle a bit at this, though he would probably not catch that was what she was laughing a bit. She then focused on his question. Should it? She didn't actually reply, but shook her head. He spoke again before Lea said anything.

"It seems I can not place you. Where have I happened to have seen you before?"

"Slytherin common room, maybe? I am in the same house as you, genius..." Lea rolled her eyes, still in her glum mood. She did, however, let a slight smirk pass over her mouth as she let her eyes land back on him. She just now linked the scream with him. "Was it you that has caused all the rukcus?" She inquired, folding her arms and raising her eyebrow. She refused to make a big deal out of him, since he so obviously wanted it that way. Why else would the ladies here be making him a big deal? Of course, they weren't as smart as her. She let her eyes fall to his navel ring. "A guy with a navel ring?" She questioned, not ever hearing of it. She then decided to shut up, asking a bit too much too fast. She didn't like giving off the impression that she actually cared.

[•Hibiki Nakamura•]

Let us play...

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Ah! So that is where he knew her from. Still, she was but a small splatter on his brain. Turning away from her he began the pace the store. He had a slight bounce in his step, quite obviously pleased with himself.

"I see. Forgive me. I tend not to remember people that are of no importance and so very few are these days. it is a shame, really, that more people don't stand out. it really is quite an adventure."

He stopped and linked his hands behind his back, rocking from heel to toe again, his lips making loud smacking sounds. They were most certainly debating back there for a long time, weren't they? Hibiki shrugged and skipped back over to the girl, his brown eyes looking her up and down.

"I would have thought I would have remembered someone like you more though. It isn't everyday that you can look at a peppy little girl like you and say she's in the house with the worst reputation, now can you?"

It was a rather sarcastic and if taken the right way, insulting remark. The truth was most of the cutsie girls got slapped into Slythern based on their princess-esque attitudes. It was a vile way of looking at things. Where, he couldn't be sure if she was one of those girls, or a true hell breaker, he was basing his assumptions on her looks. Something done to him all too often.

He tossed his hands up, his smile widening more as she asked about the ruckus. His tongue slipped from his mouth, hooking into his lip ring where it retracted, bringing the face jewelry with it. He sucked on it for a while before nodding, a soft "hm." coming from him.

"Seems I breathe too heavy here and it offends them. I can't say I have such a great reputation with the ladies. Too bad, really. I absolutely adore the stench of this place. Suppose you need to, considering it will fester itself under your skin and you will smell like it for the next week."

He looked down, fiddling with some of the lace on his clothing, his smile still tacked onto his face.

"But I suppose a girl as yourself likes these heady perfumes, hunh? I have to say I prefer a more...natural scent, myself."

He began to strut around the front room, his patience growing thin. The only thing that kept him still sticking around was the murmur of raised voices from the back, and the anticipation of what would happen when the jury was done with their verdict. Lifting a hand he brushed his hair out of his face, eyes resting back on the girl.

"Its a shame that I can't remember you, really. Suppose introductions can come at any time, can they not?"

He stepped closer to her, one arm folding around his waist as he bowed, his longer strands of hair falling over his shoulders to dangle in the air.

"I am Hibiki..."

"NAKAMURA!"

Hibiki stood up, his smile shifting into a sinister smirk. The twinkle in his eyes was beyond mischievous now. Slowly he tilted and turned his head to look over his shoulder.

"Yes, my dearest robe maker? Is there something you need of me?

His voice was calm and sweet. It only made the other woman huff and puff more. She said nothing else, but pointed to the back again. He crinkled his nose up and gave her a swift kiss face, which caused her to nearly fall over backwards as she stepped away like it was going to come after her. He turned back to the girl in front of him, his eyes still full of the evil light that had entered them.

"Seems my adoring fans wait for me. As I was saying before i was interrupted, I am Hibiki Nakamura. It is, and was, a pleasure to meet you, Robe-hime."

He bowed to her again, this time his arm extended out allowing one of his hand to grab one of hers. He gentle kissed the top of her hand, before flipping her arm and placing another soft kiss on her inner wrist.

"Sumimasen. Sugu ni wa modori masu. Wait for me, will you?"

With that he turned on her and nearly skipped into the back room, noticing how the other women seemed to avoid being anywhere near him. He half wondered if they had played a game of drawing straws to see who'd get stuck with him. He let out a bored yawn as he disappeared into the assigned area. He was quite certain the little Slythern princess would not wait for him. Not that he cared. what was she to him anyways? Just another pretty face lost in the sea of people. If she did wait? He smirked. Then perhaps she was worth playing with after all.

[{Translation: *-Hime= princess
Sumimasen = Excuse me.
Sugu ni wa modori masu = I will be back soon}]

I promise to go easy on you.

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[Azalea "Lea" Hampton]

"I see. Forgive me. I tend not to remember people that are of no importance and so very few are these days. it is a shame, really, that more people don't stand out. it really is quite an adventure."

"No importance?" Lea questioned, pushing off the wall as she did so, not unfolding her arms. She clicked her tounge as she raised an eyebrow. "My mother might beg to differ on that." She joked, letting a smirk slide across her face. "And they might stand out if you took the time to look. You don't look like the type to look at others, though. You seem pretty set on getting the attention for yourself." She rather argued, rolling her eyes. Lea was used to the center of attention and the fact that this guy had caused such an upsetting and it seemed like he hadn't even tried that hard kind of unnerved her. She might have a challenge with this one.

"I would have thought I would have remembered someone like you more though. It isn't everyday that you can look at a peppy little girl like you and say she's in the house with the worst reputation, now can you?"

"Preppy little girl?" Lea repeated him, giving a laugh. Little? Preppy? Who the hell did he think he was talking to? Was he saying she didn't belong in Slytherin? It was something she was actually very proud of. "First off, not preppy. Sort of the opposite today, as a matter of fact." She took a step forward. "Second off, not little. Sixteen is not little. Might be younger than you, but doesn't mean I am a child." She took one more step. "And as for the Slytherin comment, I deserve to be in Slytherin. I will curse you to no end if you question it." She threatened, her mood not getting any better. She wasn't for sure if he had meant for it to be insulting, but it is the way she was taking it. She sighed, taking a step back, not meaning to get that into the little disagreement.

"But I suppose a girl as yourself likes these heady perfumes, hunh? I have to say I prefer a more...natural scent, myself."

"Not really... I think it is a bit much." Lea sighed, breathing in the air. It was one of those things you got used to she guessed, because she hadn't noticed it for a while. She shook her head. "Makes me feel a bit light headed after breathing it for awhile, you know?" She shrugged and looked around, noticing that she lost her attidude there for a little bit. She had to stay in her bad mood. Otherwise she was doomed.

"Its a shame that I can't remember you, really. Suppose introductions can come at any time, can they not?"

"Azalea." She gave a short answer. "Lea, actually. Azalea sounds like a flower or something... mother's stupidity." She shurgged, turning back to the boy as he said his name. She nodded and opened her mouth to respond before a lady yelled at the boy. She watched the woman and boys actions, and had to cover a laugh. She would be surprised if that poor woman got the boy out of the shop without having a heartattack. She rolled her eyes at the scence, trying not to seem too intrested and not to give him too much credit.

He then turned back to her and finished his introduction, taking her hand. She watched him carefully. He kissed her wrist? Culture maybe? Nah, he wasn't the type to go along with cultureious things. She raised her eyebrow. "Insult me and then be a gentlemen? How exactly does that work?" It wasn't a question she wanted answered, just something she had to get out.

"Sumimasen. Sugu ni wa modori masu. Wait for me, will you?"

Wait for him? She rolled her eyes again as he disappeared. The woman walked up to her, her face red with anger. Lea laughed at this and that didn't seem to lighten the older woman's mood.

"May I help you, Miss?" She questioned Lea, but she was still staring at where the boy had disappeared. She bit her lip, thinking about his question. Wait for him... He was definalty intriguing. She looked back at the woman, raising her eyebrow. She could say yes and get in and out in no time. On the other hand, she could wait until the boy was done and have more time away from her mom. What about Knockturn Ally? A voice reared in her head. She bit her lip, thinking carefully about how she should answer.

"Um... yes... is there anyway I could get a Slytherin robe in pink?" She asked an obsurd question. The woman looked at her as if she were crazy or on drugs. She had a good reason for doing this though.

"Peg your pardon?" The woman acted as if she may not have heard Lea correctly.

"Pink... the color. Slytherin robes... you know what... I don't think I want that... Do you have maybe a magizine with your different types of Hogwarts uniforms in it?" Lea asked with a smile, knowing that Hogwarts had a requirement for uniforms, but it bought time. The woman, fed up with everything thats to Hibiki, turned on her heels and stomped off. Lea let another laugh escape, sitting down in a nearest chair. She wondered what exactly the woman might bring back.

When she returned she had a booklet of all the robes they had. Lea smiled and motioned for her to leave. She began to thumb through the magizine.