lives in a hobbit hole || Ern and Touz's Nuzzle || roflysst || looking at a seed packet A little old lady stepped stepped out of the doorway calling over her shoulder "Thank you dearies!" she stopped to adjust her spectacles and realised she wasn't wearing them.
Patting her lavender dress and reaching into the pockets of the cream coloured coat she wore, the old lady could be heard mumbling to herself, "Now where...well I hope those Goblins didn't take my specs...in my day goblins were much more reliable and not prone to spec taking..."
She continued patting at her self frantically; not seeming to realise her spectacles were, quite naturally, perched on the top of her puffy - almost pink hair.
She noticed eventually that there were several out of place seeming people hanging around. Peering at them she crained her neck to try to make up for her apparent blindness without her missing spectacles; causing said specs to be dislodged from her head and wind up on her nose where they belonged. She let out an exclamation of surprise and her eyes widened twinkling slightly behind the thick glass of her lenses. "Well I say!" she began mumbling to herself, "Who loiters around a bank? I don't know what this world is coming to, in my day if one was caught loitering outside of a bank they would be arrested and sent straight to Azkaban! Loitering with intent! Thats what it is!"
She began to shuffle away. Not looking where she was going, the old lady crashed into one of the crooked pillars holding up the bank entrance way, sending her tumbling to the ground; her bag open and her things strewn about her.
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