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*Nordic Witch* · 04-14-2019, 01:41 PM

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Originally Posted by Callie

Aoife passed coins to the old witch as the old witch passed her a mug, and found a quiet place to sit, tucked under a bit of shade. The taste of Butterbeer was even better than she remembered. It always was. It was the only thing Aoife knew that always surpassed her memory of it, as she was prone to build things up grander than they were in her memory. When she was done with her first sip, the mug half empty now, and an impressive foam mustache secretly decorating her upper lip, Aoife set the mug down next to her and pulled out her sketch book and flipped it open to a new page. People watching was fine and all, but trying to capture the chaos of Diagon Alley was a goal of hers three years running now.

She needed a treat, and since it just so happened that she was wandering by a butterbeer selling cart she decided to stop. She still had several hours before she needed to meet her stepmother at the Leaky Cauldron anyway. With lots of items to still check off her Hogwarts supply list Eleanor Smewthwyck of thirteen years took her place in the cart queue behind two elderly witches that we’re arguing about something she didn’t understand. When she finally reached the old witch, after some waiting she bought herself a pack of butterbeer tasting fudge candy and a mug of newly brewed butterbeer. Eyes looking around for a place to sit, preferably in the shade since it was a hot day her eyes landed on girl about her age or slightly younger with a hard to miss butterbeer mustache, and her nose in a sketch book.

Wandering over to the girl, Ellie questioned as she stopped a feet from the table with a small smile "Hi! Is the butter tasting so good that you wanted to save some for later?" Gesturing to the sketchbook more than the table she added on ”Can i join you? I don’t want to be stuck sitting with some elder women who are gossiping about their neighbors or staring at me funnily."

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Nordic Witch DERP & DoM Ashwinder Join Date: Sep 2005 Location: [GMT + 1] Posts: 13,954 Hogwarts RPG Name: Emmeline Vance Ravenclaw Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Maria Kingstonsdottir Dolph Hufflepuff Sixth Year Ministry RPG Name: Violet Fawley Ecological Protection Ministry RPG Name: Laurel Vance-Rose Mysteries x3	*claims* Swedishfish Girl! Madame Librarian! Jess's Soul Sister! Sweetest Swede! Quote: Originally Posted by Callie Aoife passed coins to the old witch as the old witch passed her a mug, and found a quiet place to sit, tucked under a bit of shade. The taste of Butterbeer was even better than she remembered. It always was. It was the only thing Aoife knew that always surpassed her memory of it, as she was prone to build things up grander than they were in her memory. When she was done with her first sip, the mug half empty now, and an impressive foam mustache secretly decorating her upper lip, Aoife set the mug down next to her and pulled out her sketch book and flipped it open to a new page. People watching was fine and all, but trying to capture the chaos of Diagon Alley was a goal of hers three years running now. She needed a treat, and since it just so happened that she was wandering by a butterbeer selling cart she decided to stop. She still had several hours before she needed to meet her stepmother at the Leaky Cauldron anyway. With lots of items to still check off her Hogwarts supply list Eleanor Smewthwyck of thirteen years took her place in the cart queue behind two elderly witches that we’re arguing about something she didn’t understand. When she finally reached the old witch, after some waiting she bought herself a pack of butterbeer tasting fudge candy and a mug of newly brewed butterbeer. Eyes looking around for a place to sit, preferably in the shade since it was a hot day her eyes landed on girl about her age or slightly younger with a hard to miss butterbeer mustache, and her nose in a sketch book. Wandering over to the girl, Ellie questioned as she stopped a feet from the table with a small smile "Hi! Is the butter tasting so good that you wanted to save some for later?" Gesturing to the sketchbook more than the table she added on ”Can i join you? I don’t want to be stuck sitting with some elder women who are gossiping about their neighbors or staring at me funnily."