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Aug. 9th, 2007 | 11:19 pm
posted by: regal_emma in hoggiewarts

Who: Emma and Remus
When: August 10th, mid-afternoon
Where: Diagon Alley
Why: Because she desperately needs to escape
Rating: PG

After sweeping out the shop and restocking with her mother, Emma couldn't stand it anymore.  She was this close to screaming her head off.  And that wouldn't have been a good idea, since she was already on thin ice with her mother.  So she did the only thing she could think of doing.  Emma went out.

She'd shouted a goodbye to her mother before dashing of course.  And she had the whole afternoon ahead of her.  So long as she got into no trouble and was home for dinner, she didn't think she'd get in much trouble.  Emma was finally free.  Well, sort of anyway.  Wandering the streets, she let the whole atmosphere just sweep over her.  She'd been saving her money for something special for the school year, but nothing was striking her fancy.  Though there were some nice brooms on sale, she knew she'd never get that passed her mother.  Besides, it wasn't like she played Quidditch or anything.  She found herself in Flourish and Botts with her school list and wandered around, wistful, dreamy look on her face.  

For the first time, she was calm.  It was a nice feeling.  The store was surprisingly quiet.  That is until she bumped into a pile of books and knocked them right over, hitting someone's leg.  "Oh, gosh!" she exclaimed, scrambling to pick them up.  "I am so sorry.  Lord, I am such an oaf sometimes."  Straightening, she smiled sheepishly.  "Are you alright?"

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Emmeline Vance

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from: regal_emma
date: Aug. 27th, 2007 05:04 pm (UTC)
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Emma laughed. "Reading doesn't make you boring. I think it gives you more things to talk about, actually." "Assuming you have lots of people to talk with,' she thought to herself. "And thank you. It's always been one of my favorites. My copy is so weather-beaten. It was my mum's. My aunt's favorite was Emma."

She smiled as she continued. "I like older things. Dracula or Frankenstein, for instance. Sometimes I wonder how Muggles can be so imaginative and yet have no idea that some of the thing they dream of exist. Right under their noses. I know it's magic, but still..." She trailed off. It boggled her mind.

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