keepollie (keepollie) wrote in amesoeurrpg, @ 2013-01-09 15:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | !!closed, !!thread, !places: diagon alley, !player: dani |
thread: oliver and sabrina
Who | Oliver Wood and Sabrina Fawcett
When | Wednesday Afternoon
Where | Diagon Alley, London
What | Out and About
Rating | PG/PG-13
Status | Closed, Complete
It had been a long while since Oliver had ventured down this way, which was a real shame. He's always rather enjoyed the magic of Diagon Alley, a feeling that lingered from his childhood trips there. Scotland, had Hogsmeade, of course, but it just wasn't the same. It didn't have the same sort of hustle and bustle as London. His trip that afternoon, however, had only been partially for pleasure. His Mother's birthday was coming up soon and he'd once again left her present until the last minute. He'd known the woman going on twenty-eight years now and he still had no idea what to get her for her birthday. He was half tempted to revert to his childhood, pick her some flowers from the back field and make her up a hand-drawn card. Hell, she'd probably love it, but then he'd have to deal with Finlay's commentary ... and punching your smarmy brother in the face on your Mother's birthday wasn't the best way to win the "son of the year" award. It would be another story if it had been their dad's birthday? Hell, there'd probably be a betting ring in the backyard.
Naturally, Diagon Alley seemed the best alternative. He was having little luck, however. So far, he'd bought himself a new pair of keeper gloves during his hour long stop into Quality Quidditch Supplies. In his defense, he had looked for something for his Mother. Sadly, there wasn't any Quidditch themed rolling pins or the like. Probably for the best, anyway. His dad, Oliver was sure, would take to using said rolling pin as a beater's bat to hit equally inventive Quaffles at his head in the interest of keeping Oliver on his toes. Interesting was the Wood family ... or so it seemed. Dangerous, might have also been an apt description.
Still empty handed, Oliver took to wandering the Alley, glancing in at window displays in the hopes of getting some spark of inspiration. The more time he spent doing this, however, the more attractive that hand-drawn card seemed.