Post by rose amelia hunter on Aug 27, 2016 15:39:17 GMT
She just had to get out of there.
Her house was just becoming way too stuffy, and she was itching to go back to school. She wanted to finish her schooling so she could be properly hired for the job she wanted. She merely only worked as an unpaid intern thanks to her father's connections (oh god, she sounds like Malfoy, she thought to herself). The sight Diagon Alley gave her a warm feeling as she walked down the cobbled street. She had a short list of items, as she had a huge stack of parchment and self-inking quills (the closest she'd ever get to a pen ever, probably).
She could smell whatever food the cook at the Leaky Cauldron was cooking, and her stomach rumbled slightly. No, she had things to do first. First off, robes. Making her way towards Madam Malkin's thoughts of the old shop owner came to mind. How was she fairing after the war? Rose had to admit that she had not been to Diagon for a very long time, opting to owl-order pretty much everything.
She gently scratched her the inside of her elbow on her left arm, biting her bottom lip.
How was she going to deal with this?
Her house was just becoming way too stuffy, and she was itching to go back to school. She wanted to finish her schooling so she could be properly hired for the job she wanted. She merely only worked as an unpaid intern thanks to her father's connections (oh god, she sounds like Malfoy, she thought to herself). The sight Diagon Alley gave her a warm feeling as she walked down the cobbled street. She had a short list of items, as she had a huge stack of parchment and self-inking quills (the closest she'd ever get to a pen ever, probably).
She could smell whatever food the cook at the Leaky Cauldron was cooking, and her stomach rumbled slightly. No, she had things to do first. First off, robes. Making her way towards Madam Malkin's thoughts of the old shop owner came to mind. How was she fairing after the war? Rose had to admit that she had not been to Diagon for a very long time, opting to owl-order pretty much everything.
She gently scratched her the inside of her elbow on her left arm, biting her bottom lip.
How was she going to deal with this?
