Mandy Brocklehurst (mandy_brockle) wrote in eighth_rpg, @ 2011-01-15 22:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | kevin entwhistle, mandy brocklehurst |
Who: Mandy Brocklehurst, Kevin Entwhistle and Open
What: First venture out in public in ages.
Where: Diagon Alley
When: Mid-Afternoon, Saturday
Rating: PG
Mandy needed to get out. She’d been stuck indoors all week, splitting her time between her coursework and the healing books she’d received at Christmas. Or at least that’s what she’d been telling her mum, and what she’d been trying to do all week. In truth, most of her time was spent up in her room staring at the pages for hours. If pressed she wouldn’t be able to remember a single word she’d read all week long. The pain seemed to ebb and flow; sometimes she’d barely think about Michael at all, and others, it was as if she was still downstairs, reading the paper and hearing the news for the first time. When she wasn’t thinking about him, she was berating herself for even considering moving on. It had only been a week, after all.
At home, no one seemed to understand. They’d been through the war; loads of people died but she’d never known most of them. It had been terrible to hear or read about people dying in Death Eater attacks, but like most young people, Mandy had assumed that it would never happen to her. Those were strangers, or people she barely knew, not someone she’d seen practically on a daily basis; who she loved. Terry understood. He seemed to be the only person in the world who understood; but even he was half a world away. Or even Lisa and Kevin. They made her feel better; but her mum and dad? They tried, but all they seemed to want to do was push Mandy toward the books, toward distractions as if this would somehow make everything go way.
It didn’t.
Dressed in black, it was all she’d been wearing since that day, Mandy grabbed her wand, a book and apparated into Diagon Alley. Trying to distract herself, Mandy was to spend the next hour or so walking from shop to shop, mostly lost in her own world. Even the cold wind didn’t seem to bo9ther Mandy, who was worried about other things. Hours later, Mandy found her way to a café and ordering a drink, she was rarely hungry any more, settled herself at a table and opened her book.