Who: Myrtle Mallory & Dominique Weasley What: Myrtle is looking for her family Where: Wandering the town. When: Early Monday Morning.
One should be startled to wake up in a room that was so clearly not theirs, but Myrtle found it more curious than anything else. Everything in the room was nice, nicer than the things she typically had. She tilted her head a bit, and moved to a window. That was definitely not her yard, and she speculated this change as the sun started to peak at the horizon. Had she misbehaved? Had her mummy sent her to an orphanage like she'd always said she would? Myrtle bit her lip nervously as she tiptoed through long quiet halls. This couldn’t be an orphanage, it was too nice, and there didn’t seem to be any other kids.
Well, she had to get home, didn’t she? Myrtle hesitated a moment, her hand on the doorknob of the strange house. Shouldn’t she find someone? Her mummy had told her never to leave the house without an adult… but she’d also said not to talk to strangers or interrupt people when they are sleeping. So, with those thoughts in order, she marched out of the house.
The town, now beginning to be filled with early morning light was nothing like what she was used to. There was no plump lady placing things too cool on the window, there were no automobile rumbling or farmers setting up to sale their vegetables. It was very strange indeed. Instead there were funny little stores that advertised silly things like wands and brooms and potions, all funny things in a make believe town.
There was a crowd beginning to bustle as people began moving towards there prospective jobs. A little frightened, and more curious than she’d ever been before, Myrtle shuffled into the town gardens. This was certainly not something she’d seen before! Some of the plants were things she’d only ever dreamed about! Some that seemed to change color in a blink of an eye, a rosebush that hummed. Surely, it was all some cunning trick!
She’d been there for hours, fascinated by all the unusual fauna. The place had been a quite repreve from the crowded streets, but she had a job to do. She had to find her parents before they became upset with her and really did send her to an orphanage. Preoccupied by strange sights, of a woman waving a strange stick at a rag as it cleaned the window (and trying to figure out how it worked) Myrtle absently bumped into someone. “Sorry,” She muttered, her head immediately dropping to avoid eye contact as she went to step around.