Orla Quirke (orquirke) wrote in afortic, @ 2013-06-07 18:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | orla quirke, zacharias smith |
WHO: Orla and OPEN
WHEN: Friday late afternoon
WHERE: Diagon Alley
WHAT: Orla is doing some shopping and... well, I suppose we'll see what happens with whoever she runs into.
RATING: TBD
A snowy owl ruffled her feathers when Orla drew near. The large, gold gilded cage was fitting for such a grand looking bird, but the bird didn't seem to think so and Orla looked concerned by the way she reached up and lightly touched the bottom of the cage. The owl made no noise but it's large eyes followed the witch carefully as if perhaps the bird could see right through her.
It was unsettling. The entire trip was unsettling. All across the journals the local community seemed prone to use there was very little that made her think otherwise and now here she was in the thick of one of the busiest wizarding allies, wondering if she should have came by herself. It wasn't as if it was too dangerous like it had been years before, but she was still cautious as she drifted from store to store.
Paranoid? Maybe, but there had been an attack on the Minister and curfews were now in place, making her think there was reason to be as cautious. Orla lowered her hand from the bottom of the cage in a sudden, sharp movement as the owl hooted loudly at her.
"Oh!"
She took a step backward in her heels and promptly ran into someone else, which in turn caused her to swivel around to apologize.
"I'm so sorry!"