a beautiful disaster

[Estelle Shannon]

open to a (preferably) hurlable wizard-man >.>

Every September that Abe went off to school, Estelle had questioned the validity of that statement. She'd always believed—at least somewhere deep in her heart—that 'Hogwarts' was really a mental institution that her brother spent his year at. He'd returned home every summer more distant than the last, and at this point it was all she could do to get him to stay in her presence for a few minutes.

She'd seen his textbooks, though, and the odd clothing he wore on occasions. His outfits were long, dress-like robes that hung to his ankles. He wore a witches' hat some days, and she'd even seen the little stick he carried around. She frequently questioned whether they were real indications of his magical nature or simply a way to express himself.

That was, at least, until she noticed others wearing similar outfits.

She strolled down the street of London, her eyes wandering through the glass panes of the storefronts, when suddenly a sight captured her gaze. It was a man dressed in a similar fashion to her brother: the long, eccentric robes. Others eyed him momentarily before continuing on their way, but Estelle couldn't help but stare him down. When he began to disappear into a crowd of people, she began to follow him.

She managed to get within a yard of him before the worst possible thing happened. Her small-heeled shoes snapped under her feet, sending the blonde forward in a tumble. She grabbed onto the man's clothes on reflex, attempting to catch herself from hitting the hard ground. It was no use, though, as her hands slipped off the fabric and were on the ground the next moment.

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[Reuben Crouch]

Reuben didn't tend to wear robes; he much preferred Muggle fashion, partly because it made him so much less conspicuous while traveling, and partly because he didn't exactly enjoy having a draft around his legs when he walked. He'd worn his normal everyday clothes to visit a friend in London (yet another attempt to distract himself from thinking about that redhead--why couldn't his employer find something for him to do), but after an impromptu game of lawn tennis, he'd ended up with a rather unsightly rip in the seam of his pants. He obviously couldn't walk around like that, with half his bottom hanging out, but he also couldn't apparate directly from his friend's house to Excalibur, where he lived. The place had an anti-apparition charm, for security reasons, so he needed to go find somewhere with a floo and then he could make it back home and change.

Unfortunately his friend had just moved in a week before, and his home wasn't connected to the floo network. Honestly, nothing could ever be easy. No one in the house had a pair of pants that Reuben could borrow--none that fit, anyway--but someone did offer him a robe that fit well enough. With that draped over his own clothes and buttoned up, Reuben felt both warm, and very conspicuous as he made his way through Muggle London. A few blocks to the Leaky Cauldron, though, and then he'd be on his way home, without incident.

Well, it turned out, not entirely without incident. While he was minding his own business, someone shoved into his back--attempting, it seemed, to grab hold of his robe, though their hands slid off of the silky fabric. He was glad for that--the only thing he needed now was to tear the robe too--but felt a little guilty for his relief when he turned and saw that the person who'd assaulted him was a young lady, and that this young lady had just fallen flat on the pavement.

"Oh dear, are you alright?" he asked, crouching next to her and offering her a hand. "Uneven streets are the downfall of many beautiful ladies," he offered in a conciliatory tone. "I hope you weren't hurt?"