((This is a one x one between Purplebox and I ))

It had been a long day.
Everybody seemed to have a stick up their butt about having fun, Magnus noticed with a pout on his beautiful features. His skin was pale but not in a cold or sickly way, it wasn't as though he didn't spend time outside but just that the sun didn't agree with him so he kept to the shade when he could. Hence the wide-brimmed hat that caused a shadow over his honey coloured eyes.

The real reason that he was pouting was because he hadn't had any customers to scam from his little road-side booth and now his stomach was giving an all too familiar growl that made his empty pockets feel even more barren. Where were the children today? Easy little targets that he could charm with his magic tricks and convince the parents to cough up a few coppers. It must have had something to do with the gloomy weather that seemed to make evening come too soon.

With a hefty sigh, Magnus packed up shop-which is to say he shoved his make-shift table away-and he started walking down the street. Time for plan B.
Those honey eyes began scouring the street for a new sort of target, one with finery and high-class taste that wouldn't bat much more than an eyelash at losing a hundred silver pieces or so.