WHO: @athenaxfawley
WHERE: Vendor Market at the Quad
WHEN: August 29th
It had been a weird day, and it was only getting weirder. Tilden was running in a dead sprint because a certain someone had shown up to Scamander Hall, uninvited, and attempted to corner him & demand his attentions. That someone happened to be She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, his on-again and ( more frequently ) off-again girlfriend, who didn’t understand the concept of “personal space” or “emotional distance” it seemed, even after their most recent falling out at the beginning of the summer.
With the agility of a drunken monkey, Tilden leaped over a vendor’s station, limbs attempting to put as much space between him and the she-demon as possible, although he could almost hear her trilling tone following him still. Weaving deep into the throng of tents and tables, he hoped to lose her by blending in with the masses.
He caught sight of the tapestry booth, fabric flapping in the wind, and knew there wouldn’t be a better opportunity. Not thinking clearly, he skid through the narrow opening without changing his momentum, and unceremoniously slammed into another body on the other side, sending them both teetering towards the displays within the tent. A shared gasp, and Tilden wrapped his arms around the petite figure, trying to balance them both in time but ultimately failing to prevent the inevitable; they fell to the ground together in a mess of tangled bodies, Tilden at least taking the worst of the fall as he cradled the other person on top, instincts at least preventing him from crushing them to death.
“Holy shit, I’m so so so sorry!” he wheezed, out of breath and slightly dazed from the mess he had made. Blinking up blearily at the ( very pretty ) person he had basically tackled, a blush beginning to creep up his cheeks as he tried to laugh off his embarrassment, “I can’t believe - God, I’m so sorry, I was, uh - wow, I’m such an idiot.”
Aimlessly wandering the vendors market was a personal favourite activity of hers during welcome week. Inevitably she would leave the market with more things to fill her already full to bursting apartment - she was making a very conscious effort to avoid the pet stall, knowing that she’d leave with a bag full of treats for her steadily growing zoo at home. She had a bag full of new cushions already, and some mason jars to decant ingredients into. Maybe one day she’d find someone who’d be able to tell her no when it came to new purchases, but for now, Athena was left to wander the vendors market peacefully and alone. There was something so blissful about welcome week. Sure it was full of hustle and bustle and new people trying to find their feet, but there was such a feel of community that was really beautiful - never mind the fact that she wasn’t burdened with work quite just yet.
Slipping into the tapestry tent, Athena decided that one of these was precisely what she needed for the finishing touch in her apartment. She rented from Rosmerta off-campus, the on-campus accommodations wouldn’t take her pets, but Rosmerta could be quite strict on sticking things to walls. A tapestry hanging shouldn’t be a problem, and it would really fit the aesthetic that she’d wanted for her place. Admiring one that was hanging just by the entrance, Athena was about to turn and ask for a price when a man flew through the small crack and smacked into her rather painfully. It bloody hurt when someone ran into you full force without warning, and she was almost sure he’d winded her, but that was the least of her problems right now as her feet seemed to give way under her and a flashing concern that the pair might bring the whole booth down with them. Strong arms wrapped around her small form, another shock, and then she was on top of him.
Shock kept Athena on top of him for far longer than she should’ve been as she tried to process precisely what the hell had just happened. Another few moments passed before Athena crawled off him, kneeling beside him as she tried to catch her own breath. “Hey it’s okay, um...it’s okay,” Athena brushed it off with a small smile. “Is there a particular reason you’re running so fast? Are you running from an attacker, because I’ve just been unwittingly recruited into fight club and I’m pretty useless right now so I won’t be much help - but maybe next week after I’ve been to a meeting I’ll be able to fight them off.”
Pushing herself up onto her feet, Athena extended her hand down to the stranger that she’d just been on top of with a sheepish smile. “I hope I haven’t hurt you....y’know, landing on top of you. I’m Athena, by the way.”