Who: Fleur Weasley and Amelia Bones What: Looking at art When: Monday evening after the butcher shop closes Where: 8 Quills St. Rating: PG Status: Incomplete
Fleur spent a few minutes after closing the shop to clean herself up. There was no rush to get out the door save an eagerness to see beautiful art and meet a neighbor. She hadn't met anyone face to face here other than her immediate family. Her cottage mate hadn't been around, though it was entirely possible Fleur simply missed him, she assumed it was a him, because she herself had been very anti-social.
After checking thoroughly to make sure she was clean and the shop secure, Fleur headed off toward Quills St. Hurrying down the street before she was chilled too badly was almost a chore. She'd have to get a cloak if the cold held out. However, between warming charms and how condensed everything was, it seemed a bit of a waste if she wasn't deciding to spend a lot of time out of doors just yet.
She made it to the door of Amelia's cottage quickly and took a breath before knocking. Perhaps the woman would be willing to hold off on selling the forest piece until Fleur could afford it.