Who: Alixandr Savage and Patricia Stimpson When: this early evening Where: Diagon Alley near the WWW What: Random run in makes for a surprise reunion. Rating: TBD Open/Closed: closed
Most women enjoyed shopping and Trish did to a certain extent. Today though she wasn't enjoying it. She didn't have anything she needed magically any more. All her old robes were full of holes. Her potion supplies ruined. Her books outdated. She needed to go on a major shopping spree and so she'd started in the afternoon and the day wore on and on and she was making a dent in her considerable list of needed items. She was pleased that there were a number of items she could have owled home, such as all her potion supplies. She certainly didn't want to be carrying them around.
Now though her night was wrapping up and there was one more store she wanted to check out. She'd heard before she'd left that the Weasley twins had opened a joke shop. And of course she'd heard quite a lot of talk about it as she'd traversed Diagon Alley today. She had to check it out. What sort of Gryffindor alumni would she be if she didn't check out a store owned by two of the most famous pranksters from her old house? And it could have the potential to let her meet up with old friends, friends she needed to reconnect with. Part of her wished she'd run into him, but that wasn't likely to happen.
Was he still an Auror? Was he successful? Had he... had he even survived the war? The thought that he hadn't caused a pang of pain to shoot through her chest that made her short of breath. Of course she pushed that away. Quentin had told her to talk to him. He had to be alive for her to do that, right? He would have told her differently if he wasn't, right? There was no way he'd have been cruel enough to mean speak to a ghost or a headstone. No. Alix was alive. Alive and well and probably deliriously happy without her. And that is what she deserved.
Of course she was so lost in thought that as she neared the shop she didn't see the man that was standing in front of it. She did, however, notice him just as she slammed into him, jarring them both and causing her to drop her bags full of parchment, quills and ink all over the ground.
"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry," she cried out, not even looking at him. She simply dropped into a crouch quickly, head ducked down and hair falling in front of her face as she started gathering her items again, tsking under her breath as she found a cracked inkwell. "My favorite ink... I should have been watching! I was so caught up in my own thoughts."