Nymphadora Xenophilius (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} nymphaxeno) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} landing_rpg,@ 2009-02-07 10:19:00 |
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WHO: Nymphadora and Jackson
WHEN: Break.
WHERE: Diagon Alley. The Weasley's SHop.
WHAT: A chance encounter?
RATING: tba...
STATUS: Closed / In Progress
It was a fairly hot day in Diagon Alley. Tragically, this simple fact was magnified somehow inside the Weasley's store, particularly in the counter where on Nymphadora sat. She even believed it was possible that all the heat in the room was solely concentrated on her side of the room, and no where else. Bright sunlight filled the room from the window to her side, her hair- this season bright Weasley red- standing out astoundingly against her old black graphic shirt. She was stacking and restacking the boxes displayed by the register, forming a castle before she brings them down form a pyramid. Nymphadora was never one who stayed bored for long, for he could always find something to do, or someone to bother. Really, approaching the customers when they're deciding for their purchases wasn't necessary, but she does it anyway to entertain herself.
At the moment, however, the store was empty except for her. It did not come as a surprise for her. It was around 3 in the afternoon, a dead time in their day. More customers arrive in the evenings anyway. Dora checked the clock in the corner . Her shift was almost done, and she wondered distantly what she could do to make time fly by faster..
WHEN: Break.
WHERE: Diagon Alley. The Weasley's SHop.
WHAT: A chance encounter?
RATING: tba...
STATUS: Closed / In Progress
It was a fairly hot day in Diagon Alley. Tragically, this simple fact was magnified somehow inside the Weasley's store, particularly in the counter where on Nymphadora sat. She even believed it was possible that all the heat in the room was solely concentrated on her side of the room, and no where else. Bright sunlight filled the room from the window to her side, her hair- this season bright Weasley red- standing out astoundingly against her old black graphic shirt. She was stacking and restacking the boxes displayed by the register, forming a castle before she brings them down form a pyramid. Nymphadora was never one who stayed bored for long, for he could always find something to do, or someone to bother. Really, approaching the customers when they're deciding for their purchases wasn't necessary, but she does it anyway to entertain herself.
At the moment, however, the store was empty except for her. It did not come as a surprise for her. It was around 3 in the afternoon, a dead time in their day. More customers arrive in the evenings anyway. Dora checked the clock in the corner . Her shift was almost done, and she wondered distantly what she could do to make time fly by faster..