Post by nessa abigael byrne on Mar 7, 2020 17:40:25 GMT -7
The early afternoon for Nessa had consisted of meeting with Nixie McKraken, the cursebreaker that had given a lot of useful information about the career. Nessa was still positive that this was the way she was going to go once graduating, so that was a good thing. There were a few new details that she learned during the chat, like how training worked and what she could potentially see as a salary. Obviously the job was just as dangerous as she had always read about, so there was nothing new on that end.
Nessa wished that she had the ability to freely roam around Diagon Alley after finishing up in the Leaky Cauldron, but the orphanage had decided to take this opportunity and make her run errands for them. The list wasn’t lengthy by any means, but it would have her running up and down the shopping district for probably a few hours at best. Ingredients for fever-reducing potions was number one on the list, and Nessa immediately found the irony in sending her out to fetch everything. The likelihood of her dragging the rampaging illness back to the orphanage was high. Better her than the poor American students being sheltered at the orphanage or the employees though, right? She didn’t care if they thought of her as disposable. There weren’t a lot of reasons for them to like her, other than that Ministry required them to take care of her.
After getting a few of the places done with, including signatures from the shopkeepers so the orphanage workers knew she had visited, Nessa ran into a bit of a problem. She was supposed to pick up sewing supplies from Twilfitt and Tatting’s as her final chore, but there was a note stuck to the front of the shop door: OUT FOR LUNCH. BE BACK AT 4PM. Her wristwatch indicated that it was half past two, meaning she had some time to kill. She was supposed to be back to the orphanage by four. The best she could do to keep the workers off her back when she returned was to have the shopkeeper call up ahead of time. Nessa didn’t mind getting into trouble if it was her own volition, but she wasn’t going to lose brownie points because the dolt of a shopkeeper decided to take a lengthy late lunch.
Deciding that the best way to kill time was to buy ice cream with the minute amount of pocket change she had, Nessa made her way to Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlour. Luckily they had her favorite flavor, chocolate chip cookie. That softened the unsavory situation she was now in. She was even greeted at the counter by a girl she definitely remembered being snooty whilst in school, but apparently decided not to be today. Seemingly everything other than the one shop being closed was going in her favor today. Being able to relax on that good luck wasn’t all that bad either, and it was nice to not have to be subjected to the constant annoyance of the American kids at the orphanage.
Nessa made her way back outside, finding a rare, empty table on the parlor’s patio. Kicking her legs up onto the table, her heavy, leather boots caused the rod iron table to shudder under their weight. She was going to enjoy her bit of freedom eating her ice cream without a care in the world. And after that? Maybe go window shopping or find a book to nick from Flourish & Blotts. They had the worst security in the world there.
@ryuu ● 596 ● Short On Time by Lavender
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