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I WOULDN'T HOLD MY BREATH IF I WAS YOU

This young man comes from a very old traditional family, who supported Lord Voldemort when he was alive even all the way across the pond. Though Bishop doesn't always agree with everything they do, they have a large sum of money that should have his name on it when they die. So he keeps appearances, makes small talk with people he has no interest in and follows his parents every whim - well, most of the time.

CAUSE I'LL FORGET BUT I'LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU

When Bishop was in school he was a bit of a ringleader. Always telling the other boys what to do, getting into trouble and blaming it on someone else. There were four in his little crew and while school was a bit of a breeze for him, he did grow a reputation. One that only grew and spread from his school work to his relationships. He was coarse, rude and obnoxious and for some reason girls liked that, maybe they thought they could fix him. But there was one girl who wasn't fazed by his antics and of course she was the one he really wanted.

Surprisingly it didn't take much persuading on his part to get her to date him and the two were an official item a year before graduating. In that same year, while Bishop was pretty unfaithful and a generally terrible boyfriend, she fell pregnant with his child.

DON'T YOU KNOW, DON'T YOU KNOW

It was a shock to them both, but they had a hard decision to make - did they tell their very traditional families of their accidental teen pregnancy and risk being disowned, did they pretend the baby never happened and get rid of it before it became an issue, or did they marry - fast - and raise the child in a 'loving' home before their parents died and they could divorce and go their separate ways.

Pride always comes before a fall, they say. In haste and without too much thought the two were married and moved in together before the winter closed the year. The child was born eight months later and their new lives began.

TRUE FRIENDS STAB YOU IN THE FRONT.

After graduating school, Bishop had every intention of doing nothing with his life except drink booze and sleep around. But with a child and a wife he knew he had to be responsible - so with the help of his father, he opened up his own bar, strictly for magical folk only (though when Costa Sr isn't around, Bishop tends to open to all). She took on her own business and together they run a pretty fine ship.

Bishop is still prone to bouts of infidelity, though, and maybe so is his wife. But they make it work, somehow.

Since We've No Place To Go Nov 12, 2016 16:11:02 GMT

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LET IT SNOW GDI

Bishop hated the winter holidays. It was the perpetual niceness, the ridiculously gaudy decorations, the 'goodwill to all men' that meant he had to smile back at every well wisher or do-gooder he came across. Having a son made the whole thing so much worse. When he had been alone he could brush people off easily, could nod and walk past without a second glance. But with a child there was wonder in everything. So much to look at that no matter how hard Bishop tried to pry his son from the frosted glass or the giant snowmen it just wasn't worth the hassle. A five minute trip could end up taking over an hour.

That was why he had point blank put his foot down about joining his wife and son at the winter market. He was going, obviously, so he could buy them their gifts and get a good look around - trying to find some inspiration for the holiday celebration at the club. But he couldn't have a child pulling on his hand. On his own he didn't have to stay and chat, didn't have to engage in a conversation with someone while his family looked around. On his own, he could just march through, get it over and done with as quickly as possible and then go home back to the warmth.

Sliding his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket he began the arduous task of walking up the first aisle, the decorated sheds on either side revealing all the treats they had to offer. In the background he could smell the warm food and drink coming from the grotto at the end of the row. He would buy himself a drink when he had at least one gift. One beer, one gift. How quickly could he get drunk? Not quick enough.

Sighing he watched his breath smoke out of his mouth as it hit the cold air. Smiling to himself he didn't realise he was about to step on someone's foot until it was too late.

Shit, sorry, my bad, he said, putting his hands out as if scanning the person to make sure they weren't too hurt. I was blinded by the garish brightness, he added, look up at the bright flashing rainbow lights above him. His household had a strict rule about decorations - plain, preferably white and certainly no flashing!

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Since We've No Place To Go Nov 24, 2016 5:47:11 GMT

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Post by ALANZA AMOR on Nov 24, 2016 5:47:11 GMT

There was nothing Alanza loved more than the holiday season. It fell short of Valentines Day alone. (A whole day dedicated to love, romance, and cheesy proposals? Nothing could top that.) Christmas was undoubtedly a close second. Honest, how could one not adore Christmas?
There's snow in the air, tasty scents wafting through the winter market, presents, hot chocolate, people bustling up and down the streets, and, most importantly, everyone's so cheery and joyful and kind. With the whole town in such hard spirits, it made it impossible for her heart to feel anything but happiness. The only thing she worried about was the people who just aren't feeling it.
Lanzi used to fret endlessly over the people with fake smiles plastered on their face, (No one should be sad when there's so much to be happy about!) so much so that her friends staged in intervention. After much convincing, she put a stop to her ruthless quest for christmas joy, agreeing only to help the people in deep need. She supposed she couldn't ensure everyone was having a good day.
Then again, that'd never stopped her before.
Her mom likes to bring up the time when, as a nine year old, she tried to shove christmas spirit down an old man's throat after he made several hateful remarks about the holiday. And Alanza could never forget the time she paid a few students to surprise an especially gloomy boy around the castle, caroling to him until he smiled. Or the time she followed an unofficial-but-most defiantly-official-couple around school with mistletoe till she got them to kiss. (They happily dated for the rest of their last year at Ilvermorny, though Alanza hasn't a clue where they are now.) She finds herself to be happiest when she's solving other peoples problems, especially when they resolve around Christmas. Or love, but that goes without saying.
Today, she and her never-ending excitement decided to tour the Winter Market. It's not the first time, and it certainly won't be the last, but Alanza had always found it quite difficult to stay away from social gatherings, especially the Winter Market. She reasons that it only comes once a year, therefore she must soak up all the spirit while she can.
So there she stood, big hair happily bouncing around her cold cheeks. Her eyes darted from stall to stall as she took in the surrounding items for sale. She was specifically in search of something for the store. Maybe a tree? New lights? You could never have enough lights. Perhaps she'd use her money on some festive mugs instead. A scarf? A sweater? A sweater for her cats? There were so many ideas flowing through her head she failed to register that a man had stepped on her foot until he began to speak.
"Hmm?"
Her eyes shot to his as she blinked, repeatedly, trying to focus her thoughts. "Oh! Oh. It's fine! Don't worry 'bout it, love," she hummed as she straightened her gray pea coat.
Now that she was more balanced, Alanza could study him fully. Her really did look familiar, but she couldn't put her finger on where..... "Bright? Yes. But garish?" She tisked. "Not the word I would have used. What's up with you, anyways? Not a big fan of the holidays?" she questioned.

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ooooh, i pity him for whats coming next ;)

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I WOULDN'T HOLD MY BREATH IF I WAS YOU

This young man comes from a very old traditional family, who supported Lord Voldemort when he was alive even all the way across the pond. Though Bishop doesn't always agree with everything they do, they have a large sum of money that should have his name on it when they die. So he keeps appearances, makes small talk with people he has no interest in and follows his parents every whim - well, most of the time.

CAUSE I'LL FORGET BUT I'LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU

When Bishop was in school he was a bit of a ringleader. Always telling the other boys what to do, getting into trouble and blaming it on someone else. There were four in his little crew and while school was a bit of a breeze for him, he did grow a reputation. One that only grew and spread from his school work to his relationships. He was coarse, rude and obnoxious and for some reason girls liked that, maybe they thought they could fix him. But there was one girl who wasn't fazed by his antics and of course she was the one he really wanted.

Surprisingly it didn't take much persuading on his part to get her to date him and the two were an official item a year before graduating. In that same year, while Bishop was pretty unfaithful and a generally terrible boyfriend, she fell pregnant with his child.

DON'T YOU KNOW, DON'T YOU KNOW

It was a shock to them both, but they had a hard decision to make - did they tell their very traditional families of their accidental teen pregnancy and risk being disowned, did they pretend the baby never happened and get rid of it before it became an issue, or did they marry - fast - and raise the child in a 'loving' home before their parents died and they could divorce and go their separate ways.

Pride always comes before a fall, they say. In haste and without too much thought the two were married and moved in together before the winter closed the year. The child was born eight months later and their new lives began.

TRUE FRIENDS STAB YOU IN THE FRONT.

After graduating school, Bishop had every intention of doing nothing with his life except drink booze and sleep around. But with a child and a wife he knew he had to be responsible - so with the help of his father, he opened up his own bar, strictly for magical folk only (though when Costa Sr isn't around, Bishop tends to open to all). She took on her own business and together they run a pretty fine ship.

Bishop is still prone to bouts of infidelity, though, and maybe so is his wife. But they make it work, somehow.

Since We've No Place To Go Nov 25, 2016 10:21:29 GMT

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Post by BISHOP COSTA on Nov 25, 2016 10:21:29 GMT

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ALANZA AMOR
sorry for grumpy guts!

Oh no. He'd gone and done it. Gone and engaged himself in a conversation with someone. He should have stayed silent, should have just nodded and apology and wandered away as fast as he could. But no, his instinct had been to talk - loud mouth be damned - and now she had asked him a question and it would be rude to just leave. Wouldn't it? Probably. And while Bishop could be cruel, he was never rude. Well, only rude to people he didn't like.

He gave the girl a quick look again, wondering if he could flirt his way out of boring conversation. One main reason he never had his wedding ring on his finger - no one would know if he was married or not. Another was that he sometimes dealt with dark wizards and didn't want them to know he had anyone close. Protection, he told his wife, but she knew better.

But the girl was probably too young. Bishop was late twenties, married and a father. He shouldn't even consider it, but he hadn't ever been the conventional type.

I can't say it's a highlight of my year, he drawled, faking a smile and dodging out of the way of some fat man who clearly had no regard for personal space...or hygiene. Wrinkling his nose, Bishop turned his attention back tot he girl and attempted a sheepish shrug. He wasn't a complete scrooge - he bought presents, helped cooke dinner, played off the who facade of Santa. But it always ended up being so much work, so much planning - especially running the club - and it was all over in thirty seconds. What was the point?

But it's too ostentatious to hide from. So I'm learning to deal with it.

He hoped that would be answer enough, that she would laugh and decide he wasn't worth 'fixing'. His wife had tried, his son had tried, the club had tried. He just didn't like the winter holidays and there was nothing to be done about it, apparently. Sliding his hand back into his pockets he leant slightly against the stall to avoid being run over by the people pushing past.

I suppose by your tone of voice, you're the opposite? he added. He'd asked a question. Why had he asked a question? He was supposed to be having a nice quite day on his own not having to engage in 'christmas cheer'. Idiot.

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Since We've No Place To Go Nov 25, 2016 22:01:02 GMT

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Post by ALANZA AMOR on Nov 25, 2016 22:01:02 GMT

Lets be real. Bishop hadn't a clue of the trouble he'd gotten himself in. He was messing with the supreme, ever-reigning queen of christmas. Even Santa Clause didn't dare attempt a task so dangerous.
He was in way over his head, and Alanza was more than aware.
Perfectly manicured fingers reached out to pluck a hair tie off her wrist, an action made way more dramatic than it needed to be. "Listen, love." she began, happily noting the full-length, red and green mirror in the stall behind the man. Alanza began to collect her curls, slowly pulling them into a ponytail that was later to be twisted into a messy bun. Once leaving the house, she rarely messed with her overall appearance. It was too risky, especially when it came to her perfectly coiled curls. Alas, this situation classified as an emergency, and she couldn't afford distractions.
Alanza gave him a half, semi-apologetic smile as she pushed all her hair into one hand, using the free one to search from a bobby pin in her wallet. "You're in luck," she shot him a wink, "I'm not busy. I could keep you here while I-" she paused to let out a satisfied sigh. Three bobby pins were retrieved from the bag. "Sorry. While I list out all the reasons why Christmas is the absolute best." she gave him an emphasized look, wanting to prove she wasn't kidding. "Or... we could tour the market and I could explain then? Better scenery." she offered, lowering her hands as she looked at her hair in the mirror. She wrinkled her nose. It would do for now.
"My names Alanza, and you-" she gave him a sweeping look, "look familiar." Familiar enough that if they did wander off into the market together, Alanza wouldn't worry about getting kidnapped/drugged/etc.. Someone had once told her that her complete trust in strangers was enough to get her killed. Well who asked them? When reflecting on that particular remark, she likes to picture all the people she wouldn't have helped if she'd been afraid to approach them. There was nothing wrong with being friendly, especially when it was for the greater good. With the help of welling meaning loved-ones, she's grown to be a bit more cautious, but not by much.
She slung her tote over her shoulder as she motioned him to follow. her down the row. "What are you looking for? I can help, if you want. I've been told I'm an excellent shopper." she boasted, giving a quick last look in the mirror before beginning to move forwards. She cast a glance over her left shoulder to give him a final, firm look. It he was joining her, this was it. Alanza may be without shame, but she was still above begging.
"You don't have to come."

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I WOULDN'T HOLD MY BREATH IF I WAS YOU

This young man comes from a very old traditional family, who supported Lord Voldemort when he was alive even all the way across the pond. Though Bishop doesn't always agree with everything they do, they have a large sum of money that should have his name on it when they die. So he keeps appearances, makes small talk with people he has no interest in and follows his parents every whim - well, most of the time.

CAUSE I'LL FORGET BUT I'LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU

When Bishop was in school he was a bit of a ringleader. Always telling the other boys what to do, getting into trouble and blaming it on someone else. There were four in his little crew and while school was a bit of a breeze for him, he did grow a reputation. One that only grew and spread from his school work to his relationships. He was coarse, rude and obnoxious and for some reason girls liked that, maybe they thought they could fix him. But there was one girl who wasn't fazed by his antics and of course she was the one he really wanted.

Surprisingly it didn't take much persuading on his part to get her to date him and the two were an official item a year before graduating. In that same year, while Bishop was pretty unfaithful and a generally terrible boyfriend, she fell pregnant with his child.

DON'T YOU KNOW, DON'T YOU KNOW

It was a shock to them both, but they had a hard decision to make - did they tell their very traditional families of their accidental teen pregnancy and risk being disowned, did they pretend the baby never happened and get rid of it before it became an issue, or did they marry - fast - and raise the child in a 'loving' home before their parents died and they could divorce and go their separate ways.

Pride always comes before a fall, they say. In haste and without too much thought the two were married and moved in together before the winter closed the year. The child was born eight months later and their new lives began.

TRUE FRIENDS STAB YOU IN THE FRONT.

After graduating school, Bishop had every intention of doing nothing with his life except drink booze and sleep around. But with a child and a wife he knew he had to be responsible - so with the help of his father, he opened up his own bar, strictly for magical folk only (though when Costa Sr isn't around, Bishop tends to open to all). She took on her own business and together they run a pretty fine ship.

Bishop is still prone to bouts of infidelity, though, and maybe so is his wife. But they make it work, somehow.

Since We've No Place To Go Nov 25, 2016 22:33:59 GMT

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Post by BISHOP COSTA on Nov 25, 2016 22:33:59 GMT

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ALANZA AMOR
poor bishop omg xD

He expected that to be the end of it, expected to just leave her behind and go about his business. But suddenly she was messing with her hair and Bishop had been with his wife long enough to know that meant a girl was getting down to business. And not in the way Bishop tended to enjoy. He frowned and watched her, stepping to the side slightly so he wasn't blocking her view to the mirror. There was something about a woman getting ready to kick ass in something that always warmed his heart. Mostly when his wife did it, it was because he was in trouble. But that didn't mean he didn't enjoy it any less.

He blinked as he realised she was still talking to him. That sounds thrilling, he drawled, watching her face as she judged her reflection. It sounded awful, going through each stall to be told how good Christmas was and how he should be celebrating and enjoying it. But what sounded worse was going through it all on his own. Especially if someone else tried to engage him in conversation. At least she was nice to look at and apparently not deterred by the fact he was a man of few words.

Alanza? he echoed, nodding slowly as if trying to lock it into his brain. He had never made the mistake of saying the wrong name, but he didn't want to break that tradition now. I'm Bishop. I own the gentleman's club, he said simply, wondering if she had ever been in. She didn't seem like the type of girl who would, but who was he to pass judgement?

Then she was moving and Bishop had only a split second to decide if he wanted to follow. Biting his lip he ended up rolling his eyes and trudging after her. She was right, he didn't have to go with her. But there was always a chance he could get more out of it than first anticipated. I'm not looking for anything in particular, I'm just...looking, he offered with a shrug. He didn't want to admit about his wife and child, not if he could help it. He loved them, but they weren't always the topic of conversation.

I assume you're here to buy presents, or are you running a stall or something?

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Post by ALANZA AMOR on Nov 25, 2016 23:46:05 GMT

Bishop. The name really did ring a bell. Alanza also made note of the occupation, wanting to ask him what it was like to run a club. She'd heard people chatting in her cafe about the venue before, usually making plans to attend, but she'd never wound up there herself. After an especially embarrassing experience at Ilvermorny, she vowed to leave her party girl days in the past, and has dutifully stuck by her statement since. It wasn't so much the stuff she remember that scared her (it was nothing too dreadful), it was the moments she couldn't. Fellow partygoers soothed her, making comments about how she was 'the life of the party!', but Alanza preferred to keep all her memories in tact.
There was that time she'd drank just enough that the gorgeous eighth year had been able to talk her into bed....
Indeed, some things would be missed.
She continued down the walkway, spirits high now that Bishop had agreed to join her. This counted as a win in her mind. Only a few more and she'd have him agreeing that Christmas time was the best time. Alanza slowed her pace so it'd be easier for him to catch up. She wasn't unreasonable, even though her take-no-prisoners-i-promise-this-is-for-your-own-good attitude often convinced people otherwise.
"Just looking. Okay. I can work with that. Easier, too." She glanced over into a stall diagonal from her. "Leaves more brain power for the important stuff," she murmured, currently focused on the assortment of wreaths and mistletoe. You couldn't carry out a successful holiday matchmaking without mistletoe, or a festive display of holiday joy. Both would be a necessity for the cafe, but this trip wasn't for her. She could come back and purchase them later. Right now, she was on a mission.
Alanza leaned over to nudge him with her elbow. "Why don't you tell me why Christmas isn't wonderful," she began, "And I'll tell you why you're wrong." She flashed him a cheeky smile, slipping her hands in her pockets to warm them for a moment. "And if, and this is a big if, you manage to outdebate, argue, whatever me, then I'll get you something. Hot chocolate, a hat, I don't know."
The cafe tended to do wonderfully in the winter season, but she still didn't have much cash to burn. Her fingers were crossed that anything Bishop requested wouldn't be too expensive.
If he won.
And he wasn't winning.

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I WOULDN'T HOLD MY BREATH IF I WAS YOU

This young man comes from a very old traditional family, who supported Lord Voldemort when he was alive even all the way across the pond. Though Bishop doesn't always agree with everything they do, they have a large sum of money that should have his name on it when they die. So he keeps appearances, makes small talk with people he has no interest in and follows his parents every whim - well, most of the time.

CAUSE I'LL FORGET BUT I'LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU

When Bishop was in school he was a bit of a ringleader. Always telling the other boys what to do, getting into trouble and blaming it on someone else. There were four in his little crew and while school was a bit of a breeze for him, he did grow a reputation. One that only grew and spread from his school work to his relationships. He was coarse, rude and obnoxious and for some reason girls liked that, maybe they thought they could fix him. But there was one girl who wasn't fazed by his antics and of course she was the one he really wanted.

Surprisingly it didn't take much persuading on his part to get her to date him and the two were an official item a year before graduating. In that same year, while Bishop was pretty unfaithful and a generally terrible boyfriend, she fell pregnant with his child.

DON'T YOU KNOW, DON'T YOU KNOW

It was a shock to them both, but they had a hard decision to make - did they tell their very traditional families of their accidental teen pregnancy and risk being disowned, did they pretend the baby never happened and get rid of it before it became an issue, or did they marry - fast - and raise the child in a 'loving' home before their parents died and they could divorce and go their separate ways.

Pride always comes before a fall, they say. In haste and without too much thought the two were married and moved in together before the winter closed the year. The child was born eight months later and their new lives began.

TRUE FRIENDS STAB YOU IN THE FRONT.

After graduating school, Bishop had every intention of doing nothing with his life except drink booze and sleep around. But with a child and a wife he knew he had to be responsible - so with the help of his father, he opened up his own bar, strictly for magical folk only (though when Costa Sr isn't around, Bishop tends to open to all). She took on her own business and together they run a pretty fine ship.

Bishop is still prone to bouts of infidelity, though, and maybe so is his wife. But they make it work, somehow.

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Post by BISHOP COSTA on Nov 27, 2016 10:37:56 GMT

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mr scroooooge!

Bishop didn't know where to look, from flashing lights, loud music and everything covered with glitter it was like his version of a horror movie. He looked to his left as they passed a man selling christmas tree decorations - his eyes caught on a couple of decorations right at the back that moved, that he was pretty sure were enchanted and probably should be reported. But Bishop was no snitch. Gritting his teeth he made a face at a child who had more chocolate around their face than in their mouth. The child looked back at him and looked like they were about to cry so Bishop didn't hold the gaze.

Taking a deep breath he reached into the pocket of his jacket, pulling out his packet of cigarettes and slipping one between his teeth, lighting it up and taking a long slow drag. He wasn't allowed to smoke around his son, which was a fair rule and one he always abided by, so he took the opportunities he could smoke with glee. That was christmas enough for him. He followed Alanza, half listening to what she was saying, half focusing on her body. He wondered, briefly, how hard it would be so seduce her.

The she nudged him and he really had to pay attention to what she was saying. A smirk appeared on his face as she named her terms and he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

And why would I want a hot chocolate, or a hat? he questioned, taking another drag of his cigarette and blowing the smoke above her head. I'm not sure it's worth the argument for a hat. Bishop paused and looked around at the cheerful faces of the children and the stress on their parents' faces.

When I win, we go for a drink. A proper drink, he counter offered, shrugging his shoulders. It was a deal with alcohol now, much sweeter. He turned to face her as they kept walking, stepping a little closer as people pushed passed him.

I'll tell you why Christmas isn't wonderful: you never have any money, the whole month because you have to buy presents for people you don't actually like, you have to by food you probably won't eat, you have to buy a tree - who thought buying a tree was a fucking good idea? and all the decorations to go on it and you have to but a tonne of paper to wrap everything in. He thought he'd start with a simple first point, but he had more. So many more.

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Post by ALANZA AMOR on Nov 27, 2016 16:50:40 GMT

Eyes widened as Bishop removed a cigarette from his pocket. Alanza bit her tongue, knowing it wasn't the time for a lecture on smoking, nor was it her place. A girl from her childhood, Macy, had a father who'd smoked. Alanza had refused to have playdates at the girl's house, saying the smell made her throat hurt. However when the two caught the man in the act, Lanzi's view on the situation was immediately changed. She was convinced that Macy's father was the human reincarnation of Puff the Magic Dragon, and should be worshipped by all. A few health classes later and she was back to her original stance, albeit much more disappointed now that she knew she hadn't met a real live dragon. Little did she know that Ilvermorny was just around the corner, ready to make her dream a reality. Her gaze followed Bishop's smoke as she reflected on the first dragon she'd gotten to touch, Icarus, before moving back down to his face.
"What's wrong with hats? I find them wonderful," she sniffed, thinking to the santa hat currently stowed away in her purse as she turned to look into another stall. "But I suppose I wouldn't mind going for a drink," she hummed as her fingers lazily grazed off a glass bowl.
Alanza shook her head, waving away his complaint. "Honestly, if you're re-buying all that stuff year after year then your not doing Christmas right." She tsked. "See," she paused to give effect to the wisdom that was about to fall from her lips, "There's no need to re-buy tree decor every year. Once you've got ornaments you've got them for a lifetime. Same with paper You don't buy new wrapping paper every year. All you'll need is two or three rolls. That'll last you a couple years. And have you never heard of putting gifts in a bag? Surely you save the ones from previous christmas's, birthdays... " She made a motion with her hands to signify that there were more situations in which you could receive a gift in a bag. "As for the presents? Come on, Bishop, it's giving! And no one said the gifts have to be expensive or large or fancy. If you don't like the person, buy them... a hat, since you seem to find those so boring." She shot him a teasing look. "And for people you do like, homemade things are always sweet." She paused to take a breath. "And food? Thats easy. Homeless shelters? Food banks? If you happen to have extra, there are a lot of good locations that would love to take it off your hands." She thought to her cafe. Six's months ago she'd been chatting with her customers about what to do with the extra scones and muffins. Obviously you couldn't have stale desserts on display. A woman had suggested she donate them, and Alanza had just about fell in love with the idea.
"You're gonna have to try a lot harder than that if you want to beat me." she sang as she began to move towards a stall filled with sweater dresses. "But-" She held up a finger as she spun around. "This is bothering me. The word proper has to include Hot Chocolate. Hot Chocolate is a proper drink." she stated, trying her hardest to look serious. Her facade was broken almost immediately. "But then again... you needn't worry about details. You won't be winning." She gave him a cocky smile, reaching out to pat him on the cheek before she was off again, throwing the words 'just thought I'd be clear' over her shoulder as she went. Alanza weaved her way through the crowd, stopping a few stalls ahead to share a quick greeting and hug with a man in a suit before he fell back in with the crowd.

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I WOULDN'T HOLD MY BREATH IF I WAS YOU

This young man comes from a very old traditional family, who supported Lord Voldemort when he was alive even all the way across the pond. Though Bishop doesn't always agree with everything they do, they have a large sum of money that should have his name on it when they die. So he keeps appearances, makes small talk with people he has no interest in and follows his parents every whim - well, most of the time.

CAUSE I'LL FORGET BUT I'LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU

When Bishop was in school he was a bit of a ringleader. Always telling the other boys what to do, getting into trouble and blaming it on someone else. There were four in his little crew and while school was a bit of a breeze for him, he did grow a reputation. One that only grew and spread from his school work to his relationships. He was coarse, rude and obnoxious and for some reason girls liked that, maybe they thought they could fix him. But there was one girl who wasn't fazed by his antics and of course she was the one he really wanted.

Surprisingly it didn't take much persuading on his part to get her to date him and the two were an official item a year before graduating. In that same year, while Bishop was pretty unfaithful and a generally terrible boyfriend, she fell pregnant with his child.

DON'T YOU KNOW, DON'T YOU KNOW

It was a shock to them both, but they had a hard decision to make - did they tell their very traditional families of their accidental teen pregnancy and risk being disowned, did they pretend the baby never happened and get rid of it before it became an issue, or did they marry - fast - and raise the child in a 'loving' home before their parents died and they could divorce and go their separate ways.

Pride always comes before a fall, they say. In haste and without too much thought the two were married and moved in together before the winter closed the year. The child was born eight months later and their new lives began.

TRUE FRIENDS STAB YOU IN THE FRONT.

After graduating school, Bishop had every intention of doing nothing with his life except drink booze and sleep around. But with a child and a wife he knew he had to be responsible - so with the help of his father, he opened up his own bar, strictly for magical folk only (though when Costa Sr isn't around, Bishop tends to open to all). She took on her own business and together they run a pretty fine ship.

Bishop is still prone to bouts of infidelity, though, and maybe so is his wife. But they make it work, somehow.

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poor bishop xD

Bishop rolled his eyes, trying to keep his opinions to himself. Of course she loved hats. She was one of those people who loved everything, wasn't she? Bishop tended to not wear hats. He spent enough time on his hair every morning to not want to mess it up. If he did wear a hat it was to go with his attire. But then she agreed to a drink and his eye-rolling turned into a slight smirk. At least she was on the same level with that. If she had a drink in her hand then Bishop knew exactly the path he would take, exactly the words he would say to her. But until then he had to play the game.

I run a club, if I use the same decorations every year then people will get complacent. They'll get bored and they'll go somewhere else. I have to buy new every year to keep them interested, he reasoned. His own house just put up the same decorations each year - if they were broken they just got thrown away, hardly ever replaced. He smiled and snorted over the paper. Sure if you had a small family it would last. But Bishop had a big family and an even bigger staff force. He was a good employer. He might not appreciate Christmas but he knew there were people on his employee list who wouldn't get anything else than what he gave as their bonus. But he wasn't about to stay that out loud.

He nodded in half-agreement at her. He could buy less expensive presents. But he was made of money and part of his pride had him wanting to show it off. At the mention of home-made he actually laughed out loud. Do I look like I'm the type of person to make things? he asked with his teasing tone to his voice. The last thing he had made was...shit he couldn't even remember. Usually he just waved his wand or got someone else to do it.

Then Alanza mentioned giving and Bishop tried his hardest to not make a face. She was probably right, but why would anyone want leftovers?

Oh not good enough for you? he said with a smirk, ignoring her hot chocolate comment. Any drink that had no alcohol in it wasn't a drink in his opinion. Unless she wanted to add alcohol to the hot chocolate. Well what about having to listen to the same five songs all winter? Dealing with mulled wine and eggnog? People openly making-out in public because there's a plant above their head? Why are ugly jumpers a thing? And who thought of an old fat man with a beard who likes breaking into people's homes to give gifts to sleeping kids? Isn't that fucking creepy to anyone else?

He matched her smile with one of his own, standing patiently as she greeted another man in a suit. He narrowed his eyes slightly as the man disappeared into the crowd. How many men in suits did she know? He ran his hand through his hair and watched the flashing of the coloured lights for a moment. Nothing you can say will get me to like Christmas, he said catching up so he could walk beside her. So I guess we're at a stale-mate?

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Post by ALANZA AMOR on Dec 24, 2016 6:00:03 GMT

Alanza rolled her eyes so dramatically it was a miracle they didn't roll right out of her head. "Please-" she sniffed, "No reason you ever give me will be good enough." She shot him a pointed look as she proceeded to fold her arms across her chest. "For example," she took a deep breath, "There are more than five christmas songs, love, in fact there's hundreds. You don't listen to them all winter, just December. Mulled wine and eggnog is good, its like eating cake on your birthday. You just do it. And mistletoe? It's romantic, sweet, and I doubt you'd complain if it was your girlfriend, boyfriend-" she made an 'etc.' motion with her hands, "whatever, trying to pull you under the plant for a quick snog. Ugly jumpers are fun. And Santa spreads cheer. Kids are so thrilled by the idea of presents and milk with cookies, and reindeer. As for the breaking and entering..." Alanza felt her mind hit a wall. How do you justify that? It wasn't the first time she'd heard someone complain about the creepiness, but it was the first time she'd have to provide a response. She could always give him props and say something pleasant. Or-
She cleared her throat, "I suppose," she began as she tightly pressed her lips together, "It's odd that someone thought an old man who slides down people's chimneys a good thing." She held up a hand. "But, it brings children joy, so i'm counting this as a win for me. Unless you want to argue that your against the happiness of kids?" Alanza cocked an eyebrow. Her half-admission that Bishop'd had a point was as good as it was going to get. She didn't plan on changing her stance in the slightest, and unfortunately for her, Bishop didn't seem like he was going to either.
Maybe with a few drinks in him....
Alanza had no clue what kind of drunk he was going to be, but she was willing to find out. If she could squeeze the smallest cry of defeat from him, she'd be able to return home contempt.
"I'll put this discussion on pause." She hummed as she began to dig through her bag. "For now. Let's be clear." Alanza lifted her gaze to glare at him, before returning to her task. It was a habit to check her belongings before leaving or entering crowded areas. Ever since a little girl had grabbed her wand out of her purse, Alanza had been especially attentive. Satisfied upon finding that everything seemed to be in order, she turned to Bishop again. "Look, there's a pub right up there. Why don't we stop and get a drink, since you're so desperately set on doing so." She waved him forward as she approached the entrance. "Come on."

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I WOULDN'T HOLD MY BREATH IF I WAS YOU

This young man comes from a very old traditional family, who supported Lord Voldemort when he was alive even all the way across the pond. Though Bishop doesn't always agree with everything they do, they have a large sum of money that should have his name on it when they die. So he keeps appearances, makes small talk with people he has no interest in and follows his parents every whim - well, most of the time.

CAUSE I'LL FORGET BUT I'LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU

When Bishop was in school he was a bit of a ringleader. Always telling the other boys what to do, getting into trouble and blaming it on someone else. There were four in his little crew and while school was a bit of a breeze for him, he did grow a reputation. One that only grew and spread from his school work to his relationships. He was coarse, rude and obnoxious and for some reason girls liked that, maybe they thought they could fix him. But there was one girl who wasn't fazed by his antics and of course she was the one he really wanted.

Surprisingly it didn't take much persuading on his part to get her to date him and the two were an official item a year before graduating. In that same year, while Bishop was pretty unfaithful and a generally terrible boyfriend, she fell pregnant with his child.

DON'T YOU KNOW, DON'T YOU KNOW

It was a shock to them both, but they had a hard decision to make - did they tell their very traditional families of their accidental teen pregnancy and risk being disowned, did they pretend the baby never happened and get rid of it before it became an issue, or did they marry - fast - and raise the child in a 'loving' home before their parents died and they could divorce and go their separate ways.

Pride always comes before a fall, they say. In haste and without too much thought the two were married and moved in together before the winter closed the year. The child was born eight months later and their new lives began.

TRUE FRIENDS STAB YOU IN THE FRONT.

After graduating school, Bishop had every intention of doing nothing with his life except drink booze and sleep around. But with a child and a wife he knew he had to be responsible - so with the help of his father, he opened up his own bar, strictly for magical folk only (though when Costa Sr isn't around, Bishop tends to open to all). She took on her own business and together they run a pretty fine ship.

Bishop is still prone to bouts of infidelity, though, and maybe so is his wife. But they make it work, somehow.

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i'm so sorry this took so long!

I can always argue against the happiness of kids, he said, a little sarcastically. His own child? Of course should be the happiest kid in the world. And bishop was prepared to do anything to make it so. Anyone else's kids? Well they were just screaming crying annoyances. His head turned as he heard a smash and sure enough a guilty child was standing precariously on a bench touching the christmas tree decorations. He turned back to Alanza and simply raised his eyebrows.

Sure she could argue with him about decorations and traditions until the end of time. But nothing would convince him that a fat old man creeping into his child's bedroom was a good idea. If it didn't scream predator he didn't know what did (and Bishop had met a lot of shady men in his time).

He watched her as she delicately rummaged in her bag. His wife did the same thing. Checking, re-checking. Making sure she had everything. Making sure bishop had everything. As Alanza checked he subconsciously began checking his pockets as if waiting for her to say "have you got everything". But she didn't of course, she wasn't Raven.

Bishop's eyes widened and a smile appeared on his face, Are you asking me to go for a drink with you? he teased, bus he followed her without question. There was nothing like walking in out of the cold and having a whiskey or two in a warm building. Knowing that everyone else was still rushing around and panicking outside.

It was a good feeling.

My treat, he offered, Seeing as I'm the one who suggested it in the first place.

Walking up to the door he swung it open and held it there for Alanza to step through. Whoever said Bishop wasn't a gentleman...was only half right.

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