|eleanor (beingeleanor) wrote in irreparable,|
@ 2011-04-13 12:43:00
|Entry tags:||eleanor branstone, oliver wood|
who: Eleanor & Oliver Wood
what: lunch break, TBD
where: Diagon Alley, the ice cream parlor
when: April 13, noonish
Against her better judgment, Eleanor decided that for lunch today, she would rather have ice cream instead of a proper meal. It was a little chilly for a cool desert on this day, but she didn't care. The summer approaching so quickly that she wanted to put a little bit of a rush on it. She ordered herself a chocolate cone, and went to sit at one of the tables outside. eleanor reached into her bag for her iPod, forgetting that it didn't work in Diagon Alley, and with a frown on her face, pulled her hand back. She decided to amuse herself by simply watching those walking around the alley and wondering what they were up to on this cold April day.
Eleanor was halfway through eating the first scoop of ice cream on her cone when she licked it a little too roughly, and the glob of cold chocolate fell off of the cone and onto her knee. She froze for a moment, as if shocked to see that happen, and then she frowned again. "Shit," she muttered.