A trip to the hairdresser's and Kendall was good to go again. Not that he was never not good to go, but even perfection needed a grooming once in awhile. Today's late morning agenda, which was really also the first task for the day, was for a much needed trim. Typically, the salon at Hogsmeade would be Kendall's last resort. Being seen going in or coming out of the place was really not something he would have chosen should he even have other options. Unfortunately, vanity had the last say. After all, appearances articulated the worth of a person, no matter what people would say in their attempts to seem like they didn't subscribe to the superficiality of it all.
From where he stood, just outside the hairdresser's, Kendall could observe an early crowd that had decided to make Honeydukes their first agenda of the day. It was, after all, Valentine's Day. Kendall didn't understand the hype of it all. After all, it was, to him, a muggle tradition. Unlike most of his peers, though, the boy didn't loathe muggles. Why hate them when you could play with them? No, Kendall didn't hate. It was not his cup of tea. He was not angry, nor was he a bitter person. He was, instead, an opportunist. Like his father, life was meant to be a brilliant joke, and the world was meant to be a playground. Too bad for most, the sort of humour the Rookwoods possessed was a very ill one. It was never not at the expense of someone else's pain, whether one was even conscious of it or not.
You're looking very Kendall today. The boy smiled approvingly at himself through the reflection of the salon window, shortly after waving at a posse of younger girls from Hufflepuff, because obviously they were offering him a lot of attention when they spotted him from across the street at Honeydukes, and Kendall lived to please his fans. The hairdresser, who was delighted to see Kendall, had offered to style is hair for him right after the trim. Yes, it was much better to delude the people around you into going a mile further to serve you, worship you, and lavish their attention all over you.
The weather, however, was one of the few things that Kendall could never manipulate. The boy would have ordered a mild chill, or even light snow, over the persistent rain that promised to plague the day. Thankfully, the salon wasn't without magic, so his hair could stay more stubbornly in shape even with the antagonistic rain. His clothes, however, didn't enjoy the same fortune. Having ensured that his robes hid his clothes well under, Kendall stepped out from under the shelter of the salon's entrance, and began to stride to a place he could trust for some drink to settle his already very comfortable state of mind.
The Hog's Head was an easy choice. It was hardly the popular one for the type of crowd that Kendall wasn't anticipating on this day. The boy had no plans. He was used to making plans along the way. Whatever that would catch his eye would be his muse for the day. Of course, almost everytime, it would have to be some girl. Like his father, Kendall found great pleasure in watching other's suffer, and girls. Sometimes the two would mix. Oftentimes, though, Kendall would be contented with just the latter. He was still a little young to be fashioning consistent plans to fuse the two together. It was more the case of a lack of opportunities rather than insufficient ability to do so, though.
The warmth of the pub welcomed the boy, who really wasn't much fussed about temperature. Kendall liked the cold. As a little boy, he would attempt to go hours in just a shirt, outdoors in the garden in Winter, just to see how much his body could take. Sure, there were certainly times when the experiences made him ill. Nevertheless, it possibly made his body stronger against the cold. A habitual scan around the pub was done, where one lonesome but alluring sight caught Kendall's attention, and naturally made the figure of the girl the muse that his mind set out for, for the day. With a smirk of delight, Kendall took his time to stroll to Athena, removing his robes on the way and letting them rest from his forearm.
It was a rather odd relationship that he shared with Athena. The affection had grown between the two some time along the way of growing up at Hogwarts, but was continuously subjected to inconsistency. Perhaps the emotions didn't move in any lessening direction, but the expressions did fluctuate. Initially, Kendall could not understand the strange attachment he felt towards the girl. Soon enough, though, he coped with self-restraint and other distractions. After all, he was taught from an early age to never succumb his thoughts and emotions to anyone else bar his father. He could at least look and act the part, even if that had been, so far, a rather impossible job in his head. Of course, Kendall didn't even think about his heart. He believed he could only love one thing, his pleasure. Everything else was meant to serve that purpose.
Quickly enough, Kendall was positioned just behind the barstool that was next to the one Athena was on. He had concluded its comfortable distance, not too near and not too far, even as he made his way to the girl. "Well, I'm here now. You can begin to make your last wish." Chuckling at his daft attempt at being a knob to Athena, Kendall then turned to face her while still smirking in amusement. "Happy Valentine's Day, Miss Goyle. Waiting for someone?"