Adeorange Grounds

Adeorange Grounds
adeorange

Adeorange Village, or simply Adeorange, used to be the only all-wizarding village in Great Britain for centuries. Full of rich history, the vast majority of the buildings in the southern part of the village are leftover from centuries ago. After they have reached their third year, Adeothorne students may visit Adeorange on weekends, so Saturdays and Sundays on High Street are usually crowded with teenagers.

Liliana del Rosario

hufflepuff, seventh year
ateleia

Lili did *not* need this test from God to understand that she appreciated Kairos' letters, but she has recognized more now than ever how important they have become to her. Over the last few months, Kairos has carved himself a special place within her heart, and she is starting to wither at the thought of suddenly losing something so beautiful. Even if he returns her letter, what if it is too late? What if she has returned to the Philippines by then? Horton certainly wouldn't last the flight, and she wouldn't want him to try to. What would happen to his letter then? Would it just sit in the Great Hall until Pringle comes by and throws it out? Oh, those thoughts are too terrible... Except it's difficult to consider much else when she is currently on some desperate adventure to the Adeorange Post Office, wondering if she will spot their beloved Horton. Kitt had reassured her that it wasn't a display of desperation and had expressed wanting to join her, but he was meant to hang out with Fatiha again. Knowing the Ravenclaw, that would mean she would have treats later if Horton *is* there and she has to process all of that. Sugar is the best bandaid after all.

Atlas Hwang

front desk at love letters
paintedred

Atlas had a similar idea to check the post office for Horton and similarly as well he had struggled for a bit debating whether or not that would be desperate of him despite the fact that Liliana has no way of knowing that he had even went to check in the first place. Unfortunately, the trip proved to be fruitless as the familiar clumsy bird was nowhere in sight. It occurs to him late that he could have probably asked the student working part-time there if they had seen that owl in particular, but Horton makes such a fuss wherever he goes that Atlas is sure that he would've noticed the owl had he been there. Maybe he can come back another time and ask – maybe even leave his number so that they can call him if Horton ever drops by again. Fucking hell, he's acting as if he's the owl's actual owner. It's not as if he plans on going back to the Sept for either his birthday or Christmas so it's not as if he has to worry about Horton showing up at the apartment while Atlas is gone, and even then Amor would tell him immediately if any letter arrives. He rationalizes as well that Hogwarts is one of the safest places in the whole world, so it's not like Liliana could be in any serious trouble or in danger. He swallows as he comes to the dreaded realization that she probably just got tired of writing. Oh, he's definitely going to be in a bad mood this whole day.

Liliana del Rosario

hufflepuff, seventh year
ateleia

Now she's caught daydreaming about what Kitt and Fatiha will be doing today, wondering if they *will* be making something or if the latter will at least give him something. It's a much sweeter thought than the ones she had been previously occupied with, so she indulges them for now. When she's reaching the storefront, she hears a hysterical scream from a young child across the street. It's pure instincts that her head turns around, temporarily slowing her movements down until she's smacking into someone. Luckily, they're not much bigger than her, and her balance isn't thrown very far off center. "*Ow*," she says, also instinctively. It didn't actually hurt. Lili frowns, gaze temporarily flickering over to the person and expressing a short, sweet: "Sorry!" Her head turns again to locate the child, who is still letting out hysterical cries, until she notices that they're just playing with a sibling or a friend. Children are quite noisy, but something in her brain goes off to tell her that it's cute that they're playing and enjoying themselves. Her attention shifts towards the figure again, glancing around to see if she can get a glimpse at who it was and possibly apologize again.

Atlas Hwang

front desk at love letters
paintedred

Unimpressed by the apology and already having a bad day, Atlas rolls his eyes. Normally, he isn't so rude but he's being egged on by the dark nymph traits. If this were a cartoon, he'd probably have some sort of storm cloud hovering over his head or swirls of shadows following him wherever he walks. He would have been more concerned about the soft 'ow' but after very quickly assessing her (she's pretty, but that's irrelevant), she doesn't look all that hurt, so he doesn't ask her about it nor apologize. He is *not* in the mood to talk to a stranger or anyone really except for Liliana (or maybe Amor). He sighs, not wanting to bother with insisting that it's fine. Atlas understands that it's important to be kind even to people you don't know, but today in particular everything feels as if it takes double the amount of energy it already does. This is the sort of thing that he would tell Liliana about, probably, making a big deal out of a minuscule interaction with somebody that he'll never see again. He always reads too much into everything, but she is always happy to listen to him ramble on about it. Or at least, she *seemed* to be. Perhaps he wasn't as lucky as he had thought. "Just watch where you're going next time." Atlas says, not unkindly, before stepping aside and continuing to walk away.