Hello, hello.. (Closed)

One of the accompanying teachers might have said they were forbidden from leaving campus grounds without escort, and he might have ignored them. With too much to see and no guarantee he could see it all within a strictly managed schedule, Isadore viewed the rules as mere guidelines.

Guidelines he willingly overlooked.

He switched out of his Ilvermorny uniform and into more (what he deemed to be) appropriate street attire. Jeans and a striped sweater seemed very incognito to him, but he was in for culture shock after arriving in Hogsmeade. Was this the nineteenth century? He knew he should have packed more ruffles. This might actually be a great time to buy some...

Lost in his thoughts and eager to scope out a clothing store, Isadore did not notice he was walking a collision path until it was too late. "Shit! Sorry--" he took a quick step back and turned his attention to the older man he had walked into. He paused. He processed.

A grin stretched across his face. "Hi."

// Remus Lupin

"Tch, I thought I had a pretty good disguise going. What gave it away?" His palms pressed against his cheeks and framed his face, and he tilted his head to the side. "It's my baby face, right?" He stuck out his lower lip and fluttered his eyelashes to feign innocence. Isadore knew he stuck out like a sore thumb after noticing the dated fashion sense of the UK's wizarding society.

His eyes grew wide, and one hand jutted out to cover the other man's mouth. His remaining hand lifted his index finger to his own mouth. His words became a hushed hiss on his lips. "Shh! Is it customary to out someone on the streets here?" Isadore cast a quick glance around, hoping no one had overheard.

The accent gave it away? Ugh, he only said three words! He should practice other accents in his free time. Mostly because he wanted to sound posh. "I know I'm cute, but I still need to make sure the world does, too."

Isadore flinched away when the man suddenly yelled, yet no one nearby seemed to care. A charm? He clicked his tongue and tucked some of his curls behind his left ear. "Should've said that from the start." The wrinkle of his nose and the frown on his lips lasted only a few seconds before being replaced with a grin. "A secret conversation sounds enticing, but not on the street." Without waiting for a response, Isadore latched onto the other werewolf's arm. "Let's shop and talk 'til we drop!"

"Fit in with the rest? Puh-lease, I haven't seen a shred of style at Hogwarts so far." He was tempted to get his hands on a Beauxbatons uniform, though. That blue silk was to die for. Too stuck in the mindset of fashion, Isadore missed the wink sent his way.

"If you're doing it to see someone jump, I'm pretty sure that makes you a sadist, not a prankster." Especially when the other person believed for a moment that their perfectly crafted disguise was going to crumble to the ground. At least Isadore recovered quickly.

"How long? Oh, the werewolf thing? Uh..." He glanced at nothing in particular in the distance as he did the quick mental math. "Ten years? Give or take a few months. You? Ooo!" The second he spied a clothing store, Isadore dragged the other man inside.

Blue over green? That came out of nowhere, and Isadore felt the immediate need to correct him. "Oh, no, honey. I look good in both." If he could find decent colors in Hogsmeade, he would be more than willing to model just to prove his point. "Apology accepted, but I expect to be bribed the next time." What? If someone truly wanted his forgiveness, they could bring him food, buy him clothes, or become his walking wallet.

Ouch, right into the reminder of how young he was. And the man wasn't even going to give a proper answer in return! He puffed out his cheeks in frustration. "You just don't want to expose how old you are. C'mon, even I know transformations can cause premature aging." It was one of the reasons he became so obsessed with his skin care. "If you don't spill, I'm calling you old man."

Inside the store, Isadore released his hold on the older werewolf's arm. The charm worked as long as they were close, but what was the radius? A few steps away shouldn't hurt. "I'm into looking my cutest, so, yes, I'm into fashion." He carefully flipped through folded garments on a shelf, his nose scrunching up in response to what he was seeing. Dull colors, extremely dated styles-- he really wasn't expecting too much, but this was ridiculous.

The old man threat worked! With his accomplishment, he grinned. "That makes it... Thirty-one years? Yeesh, I'm a puppy compared to you." The words were out of his mouth before he could even consider whether or not he should say that to someone who did not want to give their age. Whoops!

"Is the sky blue?" He shot back immediately when asked if he liked sweets. He grimaced after reconsidering that saying. "Actually, it's been kinda grey here, but the answer is yes. I have no idea what a Honeydukes is, but if there's sugar, I'm in."

Isadore moved on to another clothing section and combed through the different fabrics. He really was not vibing with the style. Maybe he should switch mindsets from his current style to vintage. Ruffles? Ugh, yes, ruffles! He needed to find ruffles. A moderate amount of ruffles, not a ruffle disaster. "My folks fortified the basement and locked me in it each full moon. Pops already had Wolfsbane growing. All it took was figuring out how to make the potion..." He trailed off to judge the shirt the man held up.

His nose wrinkled. "Not that shade of blue."