Post by cara june bainbridge on Jun 11, 2017 0:40:56 GMT -7
Hogsmeade the weekend after Valentine’s Day. Cara should have known that it was going to be a mess. Obviously she didn’t have anything going on then or now, and instead the day was being spent going to Dominic Maestro’s for more strings for her ukulele, and then the remainder was for finishing up school work. Getting assignments done ahead of time instead of waiting until the last minute was a sure way to live a healthy, happy lifestyle. She didn’t need a bombardment of stress in the last few months of school. Finding a job that suited her was hard enough on its own. Anything additional would be a nightmare.
Finding what she needed inside the music store, Cara waltzed outside contentedly. It was short lived though, as the harsh reality of all the couples roaming the street came crashing down around her once again. Didn’t they have something better to do? Like say, school? Or clubs? She had already spotted a handful of people she knew; ones that could benefit from a little extra work here and there. The little voice in her head that was apparently dubbed her conscience told her not to interfere though, and to let the people have some fun. She was doing the exact same thing anyways, having just purchased items for her hobby. Being caught in a contradictory situation would only end up infuriating her, and the last thing she wanted to do today was blow a fuse. She still had homework to do after all. Focusing after snapping like that was nigh impossible.
So, she directed her eyes at the ground and walked. Seeing people having fun would only create more of a problem in her head. After a few minutes of this, Cara stopped to glance into the windows of Honeyduke’s, somewhat hoping to see it empty so that she could sneak in quickly and grab something sugary. To her dismay, it was mobbed like usual. Rolling her eyes at the line that extended out the door, she pushed herself between two people as best she could, so as to get to the other side. Somehow she managed to step on her own shoelace, and the fact that the lace was dragging along the ground peeved her beyond belief. Taking the first unoccupied bench she could find, Cara stopped to re-tie the shoe. Upon looking back up, she noticed a familiar figure walking down the street. Why was Dustin, her brother, in Hogsmeade on today, of all days? She titled her head to the side, observing him as he continued walking. “Dustin!” Cara called out. If he heard her, he would know that she wanted his undivided attention. Everyone in the family knew that. She was going to get to the bottom of why he was here.