Who: Nora and Fleur What: Friendly customer type interactions Where: Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes When: July 12th, afternoon Rating: Low probably Status: Incomplete
Nora hummed to herself as she stocked shelves in the shop. It had certainly been a busy morning. It usually was when kids started to get their Hogwarts letters and get excited to return to school in September. The early birds and all that. Some parents, especially those without first years liked to get their shopping done early to avoid the rush of all the little kids, mostly from what she had experienced, it was the older students getting the shopping done earlier. It was also usually the older students that wanted the 'fun' stuff to take back to school with them.
Sure, there were fun memories of Hogwarts, but there were a lot of dark ones too. She wouldn't trade them out for anything though, they were what made her what she was. She was strong and capable because of her time. She had made and lost the best of friends. It would always be another home to her. The 23-year-old had many fond memories of shopping in Diagon herself. She remembered when her very suspicious and religious mother had brought her there and had let her go off to school. It was hard being the only one in the family with any magic, but her great-aunt had been a witch on her mum's side, so there was that. Thankfully, it didn't seem to matter as much there in London as it did back in Scotland. Her parents wanted her to be normal and to find herself a nice husband and settle down with a herd of little ones the way her family had. She'd never wanted that for herself. No, she loved the hustle and bustle of the city and the friends she had made there. She shook her head to focus herself back to her task of restocking the lower shelves.
She smiled when she heard the door open and stood up from where she had been crouched down stocking the shelf, "Welcome to Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes, how can I help you?" she asked, her accent perhaps a bit less thick than it had been two years ago when she'd come to London, but that Scottish broque was still there.