Who: Heathcote Barbary and Freya Tremlett. When: July 25th, 1998. Afternoon. Where: Freya's tattoo parlour, in Edinburgh. What: Heathcote decides, spur of the moment, to get a tattoo. Rating: Low.
Anyone who knew Heathcote well knew that his mind could wander from topic to topic and jump onto random ideas at spur of the moment. Which was what happened when he decided to get a tattoo. Truth be told, he had considered getting a tattoo before, many a time. But he had never quite settled on what he wanted, and so it had never happened. He figured that, since it was for life it should be something he particularly liked, since he had no plans to end up as inked as, say, Kirley. Heathcote quite liked tattoos, but thought if he ever had one, it would only end up being one or two.
Well, today would make one.
He had found the picture quite by chance, in an old fantasy comic book he was reading, and decided on the spot that it was precisely what he wanted. He carefully extracted the frame from the comic book (he probably could have just brought the entire comic, but that didn't really occur to him) and then got up off the hallway floor where he had been sitting and reading. Heathcote fed Bunnicula some carrots and bunny kibble, changed the little wee rabbit's water bottle and then pushed his feet into his favourite purple converse high tops and roped a scarf around his throat (despite it being the end of July) and went through the Floo.
He Flooed to a Floo station in Edinburgh, because he wasn't sure Freya's shop had it's own floo and so it was just easier. Absently dusting himself off, he wandered out of the station and after figuring out where he was, left Wizarding Edinburgh and headed through the Muggle part of the city to Freya's shop. Being Muggleborn, he got on quite find in Muggle areas, catching a cab to take him there.
Paying the cab driver when it arrived in front of the shop, Heathcote spilled from the cab in a weirdly graceful manner and drifted up and through the door, gaze sweeping about once he was inside.