Arabella had always lived in a world of devices she could not use, of magical items more likely to hurt her than work for her due to her lack of a wand or magic. Living in the muggle world for the past year had introduced her to a realm of possibility with things like televisions, light bulbs, and yes- even video games. Oh, she was still more apt to sitting down with a cup of tea, but the atari system she'd bought for work had also opened a realm of possibility so far as playing games went.
And now, standing in the middle of smuggled she was frowning deeply as she looked at something called an x-box (which was not shaped like an x, she wanted that noted) and something else called a DS. The DS looked much friendlier to her, and it was pink and she rather liked pink. Not in a 'make your whole office pink and then decorate it with cats' way, it was just a nice color She picked up the DS and a few of the games that seemed to go with it, inserting a chip and turning the machine on. It burst to life, and Arabella couldn't help but laugh at how utterly clever the little device was.
Looking up and realizing she was not alone, Arabella dropped her smile and put the device back on the shelf like a guilty child trying to steal cookies. Enjoying muggle life had been something private she had not admitted out loud to anyone magical, because being a squib was bad enough in the eyes of most. She coughed a little, and pretended to be look at the much more practical and acceptable coffee maker that you could set to make coffee at a particular time.
The day was warm, and so Arabella had opted to wear beige capri pants and a white sleeveless blouse. Her brown hair was pulled into a clip at the back of her head, and she was without a wand or any way to identify her as a witch, but in a magical town, everyone did anyways. Sometime she was thankful for the mistake. Other times it just reminded her of her failings.
"Lovely weather we'r- Aberforth?"she began, seeing the man's profile now and recognizing the nose. Oh, the Aberfoth of her time was an old man who ran a pub, but it was hardly useful to think of people in the village the way you knew them in your own time.