gelsey (gelsey) wrote in ourfunaus, @ 2010-05-31 21:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, au: causatum, date: 2000 01, millicent, peter, theodore/pansy |
RP: Welcome Home
Date: January 15th, 2000-ish.
Setting: Flourish and Blotts / early afternoon
Characters: Millicent, Pansy, Theo and maybe Peter?
Rating: PG-13, probably
Summary: Millicent arrives back and England and wanders into Flourish and Blotts, running into old friends there.
Millicent was finding it decidedly odd to be back in England after so long away. Odd, not necessarily in a bad way, but definitely different. When she’d left, after the Death Eater trials and the various estate sales, everything had still been in a state of chaos and disorganization. Now, much rebuilding had happened; businesses that had been destroyed were either reopened or created wholly new, and it was very different to walk through Diagon Alley.
It made Millie feel very alone, once again always on the outside. Perhaps she shouldn’t have stayed away for so long. But she had dearly needed the time to clear her mind and find a path for herself. To come to terms with why her feelings had been so hurt by Theo’s announcement, and to start to fix herself to be a better choice for others.
It was also extremely odd to walk down the street and not be sneered at by the people; it seemed like either they didn’t see her or they simply didn’t recognize her. She hoped it was the latter. She checked her reflection in the window of a store; still overweight, she thought critically, but infinitely better than she had been when she’d left.
She sighed, tucked a lock of dark hair behind her ear, and walked on. Mostly she was simply browsing, trying to figure out where to set up shop now that her mothers had called her back. It was time, she supposed, though with all the rumors lately she hadn’t been too keen. Oh well. Besides that, though, she wanted to buy an astronomy book she had been waiting to come out. So of course she ducked into Flourish and Blotts.
She was weaving her way through the aisles when she saw a very familiar face. It was the first one, outside of family, that she’d seen since arriving back the other day. Her hesitation was mild—would Pansy even want to talk to her?—but she was glad enough to see a familiar face that she walked over and touched her on the arm briefly. “Pansy!” she greeted her, not even thinking about if Pansy could recognize her right off, what with the enormous amount of weight she’d lost in the last two years or so.