Bryony emerged from Slug and Jiggers empty-handed - she'd been doing an inventory of everything the studio might need for various paints and potions and there'd been so much that the shop employee had assured her he could owl it straight to the studio that night. It had to be at night because the studio was in a muggle area, something Bryony was keenly aware of. She'd never actually explored muggle London, but she was starting to want to. Braith and Ophelia both did, on occasion, and came back talking about the outlandish muggle fashions. For today, though, she was dressed in dark-green robes and would have to be content with Diagon Alley. Without the potions ingredients, she had nothing much to do today and she hadn't brought her sketch book...
Her eye was caught by a display of sugar cobwebs in Sugarplum's - all different hues, with brightly-coloured spiders dangling from them. The window was almost too much, but they'd had the sense to spiral the cobwebs over a white background instead of letting customers look through them into the already-croweded shop. The impulse to go in and buy one hit Bryony hard. She hadn't had sweets since before Christmas and had skipped lunch to go shopping. Were the different colours different flavours, too? She knew she shouldn't - could practically hear her mother's voice picking out every flaw that she was supposed to be trying to get rid of. Too much belly, hips too wide, cheeks too chubby. That only made it worse. She wanted to rebel, to have something nice for herself rather than more criticism.
She was so lost in her own internal struggle that she didn't notice the crowd around her - at least, not until someone bumped into her and set her stumbling into the window. She caught herself with one arm and looked up. "I'm so sorry!"