Thanks to a collaborative effort between the British Ministry and many unsung heroes, the recent reign of terror that labored its shores was defeated. The hate of Perniciem has fallen, with many of its members apprehended and prosecuted. Their definitive defeat caused the members of Ìonacht to disband and wither back into their shadows, unable to stand against such a grand show of force and harmony.
Thus, it marks the beginning of a Silver Age for the Magical Community. The desire to unite the magical and Muggle worlds is renewed. And, in the spirit of this very sentiment, the International Confederation of Wizards has agreed to form the Concordia Festival.
This triannual festival is a compilation of the magical world's most exotic events and attractions open to the muggle public, including, but not limited to, Wizarding and Quidditch tournaments, magical creatures and mystical cuisines. The Concordia Festival's Inaugural host site will naturally be the United Kingdom, in London.
Post by JÓNAS FALKOR on Jul 30, 2020 10:42:33 GMT -5
Jónas had reached out to Midori relatively early to plan their date. He had inquired as to a few weeks out, just to make sure that her schedule was clear (he didn’t want her assistant to hate him) and so that she could find a babysitter for young Perry. And he figured that the best option for the two of them would be a nice little place that he had found during his journeys around the Alley and London when he was going on strolls or trying to keep himself out of his own head for a moment.
It was a cute little place that he had found. A restaurant that wasn’t too expensive (which was good since he was going to insist at least twice that he pick up the tab) that served a variety of comfort foods. He hoped, of course, that Midori would like it. Plus a more relaxed atmosphere would be mean that both could be relaxed and not think about potential issues, like pricing of menu items, or in Jónas’ case, alcohol. It was nice to be able to know that he could make a reservation and they would be able to accommodate without it being too crazy.
Plus, if this was a date between the two friends, he didn’t want it to be somewhere expensive and over the top (he tended to save those for special occasions like birthdays or anniversaries, as he did like to treat his mother every once in a while, you know, when she let him). So, he had told her that they could meet up there and now he was standing outside this little hole in the wall, small restaurant that he had stumbled across, trying not to seem anxious or fidgety as he waited for her, hoping that this place would be good enough. It wasn’t working fully, but hey, he was trying.
[attr="class","nthlftsybdytxt1"]She wasn't certain why, but Midori was actually nervous. It felt like an incredibly long walk from Chaucer Media to the Leaky Cauldron. Why? Because she found herself working longer hours than she had planned. It may have had something to do with her brother taking a bit of time off for 'personal' reasons. Reasons that he felt he couldn't fully divulge. Midori's response to that had simply been 'what's her name?' The only reply he gave was a smile. Clearly, some girl had tucked away his heart. How this flavor of the month... or past few months... hadn't managed to lurk the halls of the Chaucer manor was beyond her. No one was that stealthy. She was almost to the point where she preferred FRANCESCA EMERSON. At least then, she knew what she was dealing with.
Still, she had managed to change and prep for this evening, thanks to Khloe, who had an outfit brought up from wardrobe, and secured one of the make-up artists to do a little evening glam. Perhaps that's why she was nervous. She'd gone and made such a big deal out of what should have been something so simple as a meal. As she strolled through the cobbled streets of Diagon Alley, her eyes fell upon Jónas, waiting outside of the the address he'd sent her. "Hi," she said as she approached him. "Sorry that I'm late. It was a bit of a long day at the office. I hope I haven't kept you waiting long."
Post by JÓNAS FALKOR on Aug 6, 2020 7:53:21 GMT -5
Jónas knew that he shouldn’t be nervous. It was stupid to feel that way, but he couldn’t help it. His nerves were driving him bonkers and he was sure that if he allowed himself to have any nails, he’d be chewing them off. Thankfully, he was doing well enough to try and look like he wasn’t nervous. He was leaning against the outside of the restaurant, trying to look casual or as casual as he could, scrolling through his phone before he heard Midori’s voice.
It took all of his self control to make sure his head didn’t snap up like a puppy when his owner walked through the front door after being gone all day.
Jó couldn’t contain his smile though as he spotted her, his grin appearing unconsciously as she approached him, apologizing for being late. Jónas, of course, shook his head dismissively. “I wasn’t waiting long at all,” he told her with a casual tone. A brief pause before he spoke again. “You look beautiful, by the way. I’m unfortunately not as well dressed,” he told her with a smile, his tone joking. He had dressed in a pair of nice jeans and a polo, and he wasn’t covered in soot this time which was a step up from the last few meetings the two had had.
Even so, Midori was breathtaking and he couldn’t help but stare perhaps a little longer than he should have before he looked back at her, motioning towards the front door. “Shall we?” He asked with a small grin.
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