Post by Demi Moore on Aug 28, 2009 16:25:16 GMT -5
Sitting outside of Flourish and Blotts, a young woman who look barely old enough to be out of school sat fiddling around with a beat-up black messenger bag. Passerby's could see that there was a notepad of some kind hidden inside along with what looked like brushes and pencils. No doubt it she had to be some sort of artist.
"Where is it?" Demi muttered to herself, digging farther than one would think possible for a bag that side. She had put a letter her grandfather had sent with it, containing a photograph she needed. After a few minutes of frustrated looking, she rolled her emerald eyes. Pulling out her wand, she muttered "Accio Gramma's picture."
Zooming out, still wrapped in the letter, Demi unwrapped it and put the bag on the ground. Glancing around, she was assured that no one had in fact entered the shop. "Does no one need books anymore?" She muttered under her breath. Looking down, the photograph of a kind elderly woman. There was a stab in her heart, and her eyes started watering with a sadness that only comes from losing a loved one.
Setting the photo down, she read the letter. Things weren't going well for her grandfather. Money was being depleted quickly, and he went to live with her aunt that hated her. She wrote a small note back to him, hoping things would get better for him. Sending it quickly, she picked up the photo, but couldn't look at it just yet, instead watching people walk along the street.
