04-13-2020, 12:58 PM
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| Banshee
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Originally Posted by Stormdancer It had been a few months since Billie had been in Diagon Alley, and she was suddenly regretting the choice to wait so long to go. Now that Summer had started the streets were crowded and the queues were all much longer than they would have been if she had only thought to go before the end of the school term.
However, as much as she would like to wait it out until the new semester started in September there was no way that she could. Her black ink was completely finished, there was barely any blue left and her red ink was almost non-existant. All of which was an issue when you worked with accounts on a daily basis.
Pulling open the door to Scribbulus, the Welsh-woman moved into the building and picked up a basket. Not that Billie expected to over-buy while she was here, but she didn't want to spill ink on her dress by mistake either. She'd done that before too many times to try not to prevent it from happening again.
Side-stepping kids who seemed about the same age as her grandchildren who were excitedly pulling their siblings and parents through the building, Wilhelmina muttered 'excuse me' and 'sorry', 'can I just...' and 'yeah, get past' as she squeezed and moved her way slowly, steadily over to the inks. Naturally, if one were going to teach at Hogwarts, one must need more writing supplies. With a sigh, William began gathering ink wells, adding them to the collection of anti-cheating quills and scrolls of parchment in his arms. Of course, he could just order these things, but he was already here and was out of parchment himself, so how was he going to place a bloody order by owl post without any parchment?!
He grunted as someone pushed past him, and nearly dropped a pot of ink in the moment. Willy eyed the woman, but didn't say anything to her, as his arms were VERY full of ink and he REALLY didn't want to drop any. It was taking all of his concentration just to awkwardly contain the items already in his arms from the jostling of the crowd.
Next time he was just going to do without. He could write a message on a rock and mail it in. Blasted back to school shoppers!
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