Who: Emma and Adrian Pucey When: Sunday afternoon/evening Where: Diagon Alley What: Chit chat Rating: Low Status: Complete
Emma was sitting quietly, book in hand at a cafe table outside of Fortescue's, reading. She'd had a very interesting weekend and was sure she'd filled her social quota for at least the next month. Perhaps Astoria would let her off the hook. It'd be much better if she wasn't allowed in anymore social situations. They were highly uncomfortable and awkward for her. She was sure she'd made a horrid impression on Adrian Pucey. Not that it concerned her greatly. She'd likely never speak to him again. Except, it seemed, the occasional journal entry. Shaking her head, she dipped her spoon into her sundae, taking a small bite as she read about foreign policy and international cooperation between the magical worlds. It probably wouldn't be the most stimulating reading for most people, but she enjoyed it and hoped to one day influence the direction of the wizarding world.
Crossing her legs under the table, Emma thumbed to an earlier passage, going over it one more time before jotting down a note or two. She enjoyed Sunday evenings in Diagon. It was quiet and relaxing and the crowds had simmered down. She didn't really have to worry about anyone talking to her and that was also another plus. She could be content to study and work on her papers. Tugging at her skirt, she shifted in her chair, tapping her quill to her lip as she read. She wasn't looking forward to Monday at the Ministry. Everyone always seemed to be a bit in a temper on a Monday. It was as though they were mourning the weekend and her presence was very much in demand for refilling their cups and taking messages.
She sighed, and looked up, watching the crowd for a moment. A couple was laughing and a group of girls giggled over the latest Quidditch Weekly. Rolling her eyes she went back to her book. Idiots. Quidditch players were nothing but trouble. She'd learned that. And they were so full of themselves and she had no idea why. It was a bloody sport. It wasn't as though they'd defeated the Dark Lord.