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Originally Posted by siriusblackliveson Tugging on a strand of hair as she pushed into the shop Charlie glanced left and then right at all of the ink and amounts of things that she usually made her mother get for her. Now at 14 she needed to come in herself. Sometimes she needed different inks for different things. Like what if she needed to write a note to a crush, or a note to a friend. There had to be some fun inks she could find.
Stepping further into the room she looked around again trying to find some pretty pink ink, that would be perfect for notes to her crushes. She had this all figured out if you couldn’t already tell. Taking a deep breath and tugging on a curl she stepped further into the room. Zayn really wasn't a fan of school shopping. Mind you, he enjoyed school as it challenged him. Shopping, however, did no such thing for him, unless you considered forcing him to be sociable a challenge. Which, honestly, it was. Nevertheless, there he walking down the alley, a few shopping bags being lugged about, as he tried to weave his way through the crowd. Once Scribbulus was in sight, he darted toward the shop door, certain that it would be less chaotic in there.
And it was significantly quieter inside the shop. That and the smell of fresh parchment was rather calming to him. Quietly and trying not to ruffle the bags he had brought with him, he began making his way down the aisles in search for a new quill and his favourite colour of ink.
Making his way deeper into the shop, he took in the sight of another person. He was familiar with who she was since they were in the same year, but he couldn't say they had interacted a whole lot during their time Hogwarts. The debacle of whether he should say something or not came to Zayn's mind. In the end, he decided to speak. "Hi, Charlie."
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