Who: Megan Jones and Blaise Zabini When: Sunday, 5 August, 1998 Where: Diagon Alley What: Prompt: Excuse me, you dropped... Rating: G
Megan was still not entirely comfortable with Diagon Alley, or the wizarding world as a whole. Despite her little outing with Dean the other day and the chats with Lily, the whole thing just didn't sit well with her. It wasn't just the guilt she felt over surviving the war when so many had not, but it was the attitude that she knew so may in the wizarding world still resented her very existence. The fact that the war had been won more by luck than number of believers also didn't help matters. No matter what people said now, the fact remained that You Know Who had had a lot more followers than the Order of the Phoenix and even if they now lied to say otherwise, she was sure the sentiments remained.
Of course Lily had been trying hard, and was an absolute rock about everything, but most of all Megan felt bad for feeling bad. It didn't make much sense, she knew that, and she didn't want the pity that came with her blood status, but there seemed nothing she could do to change matters. Megan was almost completely in her own world as she walked along the cobbled street of Diagon Alley. She did have a goal in mind, and there were things to do, but it seemed every time she came back here it was like she had a momentary lapse. She was meant to purchase some new quills and ink having managed to break several tips and lose one of her ink pots. Continuing along, something caught her eye as it tumbled out of a pocket and onto the floor.
"Excuse me, sir, I think you dropped this." Megan said as bend down to retrieve it and moved quickly, trying to catch up to the man.