Post by chantal on Oct 25, 2010 18:39:54 GMT 10
Chantal was in Diagon Alley on a very special trip. Getting an owl, of course. Most of the kids at the school had an owl, and Chantal wanted one as well one that was all her own. Someone to be a friend and trusted member of her life, carrying her mail far and wide, that kind of thing. Her parents were all the way in France and that meant the owl had to be up to traveling the long distance from Britain and the seclusion and hidden from Muggles castle to their home in France.
So her parents had readily agreed and had given her the extra money for it before dropping her off for the term. Now was just the best day to buy it. Dressed in muggle clothing she felt a bit out of place but she didn't want to wear her robes already before the term started. The Hufflepuff music addict was excited to find that perfect owl, and name it and have a pet that was all her own. Their parents owned a dog, a little Jack Russel named Lucky but she couldn't take him with her to school, so having an owl of her own would be fun.
Approaching the door she moved her blonde hair out of her face and was singing under her breathe to herself as she opened the door. The smell of the animal cages assaulted her noise and for a minute her nose wrinkled and she was worried her stomach was going to not agree with her so much. Stepping back outside she took in a deep breathe and cleared her lungs and then walked back inside opening the door and hearing the tinkling bell chime her entrance once more.
Looking around the shop it dawned on her that in addition to an owl she would need a cage and some treats for it. She hoped her parents had given her enough money. Pulling it out she looked at the note that she had failed to notice before her departure, most likely due to the fact that she was too keyed up. She laughed as she read the French words. It was reminding her of these exact worries. Her lovely parents always taking care of her.
Looking around she failed to spot the slick spot on the floor, whether water or something more unhygienic she was afraid to find out. Slipping she lost her balance and landed on the rather hard ground with an audible THUD. It didn't feel the greatest either that much was certain and the girl slipped out a curse word in Italian. That was different about her she swore more in Italian than French, though the saying was pardon my French. French just sounded prettier to her and she preferred it out of the other languages she knew but for communication reasonings spoke English. For a moment she just sat there in a slight daze her bottom throbbing slightly from impact and the smell assaulting her lungs and nose as she had taken in a big whiff of it. Please don't let the more sinister of the liquids on the floor be the kind she landed in...water she could handle, the other...well that she wasn't so sure about.
So her parents had readily agreed and had given her the extra money for it before dropping her off for the term. Now was just the best day to buy it. Dressed in muggle clothing she felt a bit out of place but she didn't want to wear her robes already before the term started. The Hufflepuff music addict was excited to find that perfect owl, and name it and have a pet that was all her own. Their parents owned a dog, a little Jack Russel named Lucky but she couldn't take him with her to school, so having an owl of her own would be fun.
Approaching the door she moved her blonde hair out of her face and was singing under her breathe to herself as she opened the door. The smell of the animal cages assaulted her noise and for a minute her nose wrinkled and she was worried her stomach was going to not agree with her so much. Stepping back outside she took in a deep breathe and cleared her lungs and then walked back inside opening the door and hearing the tinkling bell chime her entrance once more.
Looking around the shop it dawned on her that in addition to an owl she would need a cage and some treats for it. She hoped her parents had given her enough money. Pulling it out she looked at the note that she had failed to notice before her departure, most likely due to the fact that she was too keyed up. She laughed as she read the French words. It was reminding her of these exact worries. Her lovely parents always taking care of her.
Looking around she failed to spot the slick spot on the floor, whether water or something more unhygienic she was afraid to find out. Slipping she lost her balance and landed on the rather hard ground with an audible THUD. It didn't feel the greatest either that much was certain and the girl slipped out a curse word in Italian. That was different about her she swore more in Italian than French, though the saying was pardon my French. French just sounded prettier to her and she preferred it out of the other languages she knew but for communication reasonings spoke English. For a moment she just sat there in a slight daze her bottom throbbing slightly from impact and the smell assaulting her lungs and nose as she had taken in a big whiff of it. Please don't let the more sinister of the liquids on the floor be the kind she landed in...water she could handle, the other...well that she wasn't so sure about.