Post by chantal on Sept 29, 2010 14:01:11 GMT 10
When one went off to Hogwarts one didn't come unprepared. For Chantal this was no different. The school year was upon them and Chantal was off to get her school books. Her parents had already set up a portkey for her and gave her the money for school books. They would have stayed, and made it where Chantal wasn't off to the Leaky Cauldron later on but Chantal's grandparents, from her mom's side, wished to see them. That was one visit that Chantal was happy to get out of.
Not that Chantal didn't love her grandparents for she did, and very dearly so, it just seemed that lately things had been well a bit tense, something Chantal didn't want any part of. She knew her grandparents were getting a bit up there as far as years go but still magic medicine was keeping people alive far longer than Chantal had ever thought of.
So kissing her mother's cheek and hugging her father she took the broken, glassless mirror, in her hands and soon felt that particular navel yanking sensation. She wasn't unfamiliar with this way of travel it was best for long trips after all when she couldn't apparate. Landing on her feet, well swaying slightly from the pressure as her knees buckled, Chantal straightened up. Pulling her hair out of her face and checking her pocket for her list of books she glanced it over and then opened the door to the shop hearing the melodious tinkle of the bell as she opened the shop.
Getting her books she continued to look at the shelves, for more books for light reading, or any reading at all. Pulling random books from the shelves reading the covers on the back reading a few pages from the beginning and then putting it back. She was in the process of doing this when she heard a sound and jumped and turned to look at the person that scared her.
Not that Chantal didn't love her grandparents for she did, and very dearly so, it just seemed that lately things had been well a bit tense, something Chantal didn't want any part of. She knew her grandparents were getting a bit up there as far as years go but still magic medicine was keeping people alive far longer than Chantal had ever thought of.
So kissing her mother's cheek and hugging her father she took the broken, glassless mirror, in her hands and soon felt that particular navel yanking sensation. She wasn't unfamiliar with this way of travel it was best for long trips after all when she couldn't apparate. Landing on her feet, well swaying slightly from the pressure as her knees buckled, Chantal straightened up. Pulling her hair out of her face and checking her pocket for her list of books she glanced it over and then opened the door to the shop hearing the melodious tinkle of the bell as she opened the shop.
Getting her books she continued to look at the shelves, for more books for light reading, or any reading at all. Pulling random books from the shelves reading the covers on the back reading a few pages from the beginning and then putting it back. She was in the process of doing this when she heard a sound and jumped and turned to look at the person that scared her.