Who: Sadie Baldstock and Dean Thomas When: Sunday Afternoon? Where: Diagon Alley: Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour What: Scene Lottery: Closer Rating: TBA Status: Closed; In progress
Sadieneeded to get out. That was all she knew. So that was exactly what she did. She left a note, took some money, and flooed to Diagon Alley. She adjusted her dress, making sure she didn't have soot on her clothes before she made her way out into the Alley. There were a few things she knew she had to pick up, but she was more interested in getting a little ice cream before then. A moment alone sounded perfect. A moment away from that hideous woman her father thought would work as a step mother. She couldn't even understand basic information. Of course, Sadie supposed that her 'basic' information was a bit more difficult than other people's.
After ordering her ice cream (strawberry to be precise), she took a seat outside and pulled out her journal, checking through the pages for the new news. It was a little difficult when people were writing in other languages, but there were translation spells to help with that. She was only vaguely paying attention to the world around her, looking up every so often if she heard people around her.
Her wand was settled in her wand, one hand resting close to it. It didn't matter if it there was any apparent danger, Sadie preferred to be prepared for all situations.