Liliana Sophia O'Rourke (effulgence) wrote in eighth_rpg, @ 2010-12-31 02:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | katie bell, meaghan mccormack |
Who: Meaghan McCormack and Katie Bell!
What: Idle chatter, perhaps beginning to make a friend?
Where: Diagon Alley, starting outside Quality Quidditch Supplies.
When: Mid-afternoon, beginning of early evening. About 3:30ish.
Rating: Low/PG at the worst, most likely G.
When people go to work,they shouldn't have to leave their hearts at home.
The weather, as to be expected around this time of year, was freezing. The snow crunched under her feet as her trainers trudged over the ground, more in a shuffle then an actual walk. She was exhausted physically, and feeling a bit abused mentally. Finding a job was proving a great deal harder than she would have thought, especially when it came to things she was actually good at - many employer's weren't looking for an answer involving Quidditch. She had been an excellent Herbology student, as well as a bit of an overachiever in potions, however that was nearly eight years ago now, and whether she could feel the same about them, she had no idea.
What worried her the most was finding a job less fulfilling as Quidditch. She didn't want to have to settle for a job she wasn't happy with, when she had given up one that had made her ridiculously happy. Sacrifices were needed to be made, she supposed, if one was going to try to live a different type of lifestyle, one involving much more of her family and friends and less traveling and dodging bludger's and blocking Quaffles. Stressed, she had decided to walk home from Gringott's, relishing in the fresh air. She had gone into the bank with her head held high, and had left feeling drained. Why she had even thought a job at Gringott's was a good idea still alluded her. She was neither a curse breaker, dragon feeder, nor very good at Arithmancy. Apparently, you had to do, and be good at, one of those three.
Sighing, Meaghan dragged her feet several more steps, her thoughts scattered, before she paused, hearing an extremely high pitched giggle. Hands stuck in her pockets, she straightened her posture, feeling a bit foolish for walking through Diagon Alley as if she had a hunched back, and looked around. What had managed to seep through her mental block-out was a little boy, about the age of two, sliding and slipping on a small piece of ice that had likely been a puddle before the newest snow fall. He was grasping tightly onto his mother's hand, his little feet moving quickly back and forth in his merriment. His mother, seemingly obliviously to everyone else around her, was focused on her son's excitement, lightly swinging him back and forth over the ice, his little shoes finding no traction.
Meaghan couldn't help the warm smile that soaked through her depressed disposition; this was the reason she had decided to leave Quidditch behind. She wanted to be someone like that, with a little boy or girl to hold onto her hand and forget all about the world while they were together, completely absorbed in her family. She wanted to go out with friends, and throw back a couple of drinks, she wanted to be home for the Holidays instead of playing for them. She wanted some symbolism of a life outside of physical exams, her battered tote bag, and the life of a Quidditch professional.
Glancing around to figure her location, and gauge the distance from here to her apartment, she realised she was standing in front of Quality Quidditch Supplies and couldn't help the laugh that tumbled forth from her lips. She would find her way here without even thinking! A beaming smile back over her features, she peered through the store windows, viewing all the new, wonderful equipment. The new dragon skin gloves looked amazing, and she idly wondered what they would feel like on her hands, the grip the gloves would hold to her broom as she flew. "Beautiful," She muttered, her eyes glued to them. Leave it to a Quidditch nut to find those a thing of beauty.