Estelle (es_es_ella) wrote in afic, @ 2011-02-27 22:55:00 |
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Sunday's were nice, closing early meant a nice quiet night in so long Eva didn't get into too much trouble. It was a good thought. Knowing she could pull on baggy trousers and a comfortable t', eating ice cream and curling up to a nice open-ended evening. While Stella was not a manager by any means at Scribbulus, she was trusted enough to lock up on quiet Sunday evenings; which meant she was the one turning the key in the door, the lights shut off inside, before she was tucking the key-ring into her shoulder bag and turning to walk down the cobblestone path. She was able to go home as she pleased, but apparating right away seemed pointless; the night--while cool--was lovely, flooing home was just as possible and the walk would be nice. Few were out on Sundays, it was nice, only having to share the streets with a few stragglers, most of the shops closed or close to it. Taking in a deep breath, Stella closed her eyes and took in a twilight air. Yes, she would have some ice cream and enjoy her evening. |