Post by Sienna Aurélie Linslee on Jul 15, 2019 20:57:35 GMT -7
5 February 2025
It had been a long day. The sort of day that became tangible enough that Si could feel it press down on her from above, weigh down each limb, and reach into her stomach to scoop out everything in her. Alas, so it was in dreary London – she’d yet to fully acclimatize to the weather and the different pace of life. Diagon Alley was fast-paced, but the apothecary was a waiting game. For the ingredients to arrive from the far-flung corners of the magical world, for each potion to simmer over an open flame, and for the occasional custom request that made Si perk up and her eyes brighten.
As she braved the crowds outside the shop, Si slung her bag over her shoulder and took a moment to consider her surroundings before setting off. Perhaps contrary to expectations, she did NOT scurry off to the Leaky Cauldron to drown her sorrows in firewhiskey. No, a day such as today required a much stronger solution.
It felt like only moments later that Sienna found herself in Sugarplum’s Sweets Shop, staring intently at the rows of chocolates on a shelf. She usually opted for a small box of four truffles – it was dignified, sophisticated, the kind of purchase a responsible adult might make. And yet…she couldn’t help but wonder if a day such as the one she’d had wouldn’t justify one of the deluxe boxes from the lower shelves. It was the worst type of dilemma: a choice that could gravely impact the next week, but that she couldn’t share with other people lest she receive an odd look. Her stance shifted from tense to thoughtful, her eyes roving the shelves while she grappled between the child and adult in her.
VICTOIRE APOLLINE WEASLEY