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Genie de la Lune ([info]wolfinboots) wrote in [info]finnigans_rpg,
She'd promised and promised and promised Owen that someone would take him to Diagon and Monument Alleys soon, but everyone had been busy finding jobs and settling in and okay, making acquaintances of various people in various ways.

They only had two brooms that were halfway decent in the pack, and a third child's broom that had been Owen's to this point. However, to make up for taking so long to get him to the Alleys, Genie got Talia to lend Owen her broom and off they went to the Alleys. It still boggled her mind that Knockturn no longer existed; that discovery had put her at a bit of a loss for where she would go for the more 'restricted' potions ingredients she needed for her brewing.

They hit the park first; she wanted Owen to burn off some energy before they hit a couple of shops and the ice cream place she remembered from her childhood trips for school supplies. "Now be careful on that thing, and don't make me regret letting you borrow it!" she yelled after him as he whooped and jumped on it, headed up to the airspace above the park. Genie laughed and shook her head, curls tumbling around, and continued to walk until she found a bench, flopping gracefully on to it and tilting her head up to peer at Owen, making sure he wasn't too high.


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