Gwenog Jones (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} haveyoumet_) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
It was between demonstrations again and Gwenog was wandering around in the practice robes she had chosen to wear for the demonstrations. With players from so many different teams playing the neutral colours of practice robes had been what she'd chosen. In her case they were dark grey with green edging and her favourite brown boots up to her knees. It also meant she was slightly less obvious when wandering around between demos.
She'd dropped into the fortune teller's tent, tried her hand at a couple of the games and toyed with the idea of getting a caricature before deciding to just browse the stalls in general. She'd got money to spend but wasn't sure what to spend it on. The Quidditch gear was always worth a look. She was heading in the general direction of the McLaggan's stand, stepping around people automatically as they paused at stalls. She could have walked right through them but that was considered horrible etiquette by basically everyone and she wasn't quite that callous. She had a bit of a disconnect with this particular day because she wasn't involved in the battle, but it was a momentous moment nonetheless.