food for the soul {Phoenix Viper}

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Corrine Aaron walked down the sunny cobblestone street lined with colorful shop fronts. Her charcoal converse made soft tapping sounds against the ancient and worn street and she looked around Diagon Alley with wondering eyes. Cory had never been a place like this and each time she came it never ceased to amaze her.

As she passed the Owl Emporium she moved to the opposite side of the street. Even not inside the shop Cory could feel her throat starting to close up. Quickly she reached inside her purse, searching for her epipen just in case. Thankfully, Cory was able to pass the Owl Emporium by without going into anaphylactic shock. Breathing a sigh of relief she continued on down the street, now lost in memories.

The first time Cory had ever gone into an owl shop her reactin had been so severe she had been hospitolized for several days. After that Cory had to undergo tests to see if she was allergic to anything else. Turns out she is allergic to cats and certain types of birds, owls included. That pretty much made it impossible for her to own a pet in school, unless she wanted a toad.

When she finally reached her destination Cory gave out a relieved sigh. Her body ached from Quidditch practice yesterday becuase the team captain had made them run fifty laps around the Quidditch Pitch. Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour was bright and cheerful, the tiles and awnings multicolored, reminding her out of something from the muggle's 1960s. She ordered a mint chocolate chip ice cream cone topped with chocolate sprinkles and took a seat at one of the outdoor tables. Sitting so she faced the cobblestone alley she watched all of the people pass by as she licked her ice cream cone.

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phoenix strolled along the street of diagon alley. he looking to change jobs.he applicated for a job in the ministry of magic's department for the regulation and control of magical creatures's beast division.it wasn't that he didn't like his job at hogwarts was bad. it just that he wanted a job that was more involved with magical creatures and the teaching job at hogwarts wasn't as involved with magical creatures as he wanted to be and the students,who knew he was a shape shifter would sometimes ask him to shift. it got a bit tiring after a while. sighed softly as he looked around,watching everything that was happening all around him. he was more of a watcher and listener then talker.

his goatee had been trimmed earlier that morning. he wore a causal outfit that included; a pair of worn out jeans with a plain black shirt, that showed the tattoo he had that went all way down his left arm and a pair of shoes.his shoulder length black hair was laying gently on his shoulders as he walked. his wand holder was tightly on his belt. he wasn't really into wearing formal cloths, but he did when it was needed.he looked around as he walked and spotted the ice cream Parlour and decided that it would probably be good to get some ice cream. he hummed softly as he walked into the ice cream Parlour and ordered a simple strawberry ice cream cone. it was his favorite thing to get since strawberry was his favorite flavor. he looked around for somewhere to sit then spotted a woman, sitting alone. most of the people here were kids and the parents or friends. he walked over to her and said with a small smile " is it okay if i sit with you?"

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Cory was day dreaming, about flying and what her life might be like in two or three years as she watched all of the people passing by, hurrying down Diagon Alley. Shifting slightly so her bum wouldn't fall asleep she took another bite of her ice cream cone. If any Quidditch lovers happened to see her sitting there they might recognize her but they probably wouldn't remember from where, Coach was just begining to let her play in actual games as the most senior Chaser was getting too old and probably going to retire any day now.

The mint chocolate chip ice cream melted in her mouth and gave her a brain freeze. Cory gripped her forehead and screwed up her eyes, desperately willing the burning sensation in her head to end. Finally it did, just in time for her to hear a deep, definitely masculine voice say, "Is it okay if i sit with you?"

Cory turned quickly, almost falling off her chair. Standing there was a very familiar face. The man had a neatly trimmed beard and shoulder-length black hair. Dressed casually in a plain black shirt she could see the tattoo going down his left arm. Now, normally Cory wasn't all that in to tattoos but they worked for this man. "Um, yea, sure," she said motioning at one of the three empty chairs around her table. "You look really familiar. Do I know you?"