The week had bled into the weekend, hours passing her by as she moved between the desk she’d staked and the library filled with lines and lines of leather bound ancient books. Each book held little pieces of information, the puzzle she had to assemble to create wards which were designed to last for generations and protect those inside. Slightly bleary eyed, Penny had taken the decision to step outside and find a refill for the caffeine pot which had run on empty around the same time as she had.
Crowds thronged the streets as Penny pushed through them before her attention was caught here and there by window arrangements. Winter was in full force and though she preffered to work at her house, Penny still got a thrill from being able to walk along Diagon unchallenged. The world had moved on, no remains of the war and all that had happened lingered and even in the small polite smiles shared by shoppers, there was no memory. It was something so rarely talked about, hardly mentioned as though refraining from uttering the events would wipe them from existence.
The display at QQS caught her eye, the familiar colours reminding her that she needed to purchase the new season robes for the net match, leaning forward Penny slipped and reached out to catch the arm of the person nearest. “I’m sorry!” Quick to apologise, quicker sill to try and pull her hand back before looking up to see who had stopped her tripping.