Cassiopeia and OPEN
If not for the encouragement of Mr and Mrs Jarvis, Cassiopeia might not have attended the fair. While she enjoyed Everdale life, the fact remained that there were some unsavoury elements, and it worried her. In her old life Cassiopeia had always been protected; even on her most daring ventures abroad she had never been alone. Preya was different, and it took some getting used to. She wasn't alone, she told herself, there was that nice Mr Jarvis and his wife, and if she wanted to have any influence in the community she was going to have to make herself known to others.
So she was here, and her wicker shopping basket was filling up with little necessities like candles and quill pens, and fabric that she could take to her dressmaker. Still uncertain how open she ought to be about her magic, Cassi tended to eschew wizarding robes in favour of old-fashioned, quasi-Edwardian dresses. Traditional enough that she couldn't be accused of letting standards slip, anyway. Families like hers had always taken a certain pride in not conforming to muggle norms. Looking around her, though, it occurred to her that today she might have worn practically anything, as even the most elaborate robes wouldn't have been remarked upon among all the outlandish costumes others were sporting.
Continuing to make her way along the row of stalls, she glanced about her for familiar faces. Watching the competitions didn't appeal to her - if you asked Cassiopeia, she'd witnessed enough muggle violence to want to avoid it, even in fun - and the wizards from elsewhere performing tricks for a muggle audience were simply beyond the pale. Didn't they have any sense of dignity? No, she was here to shop. And perhaps to have lunch, when she found the right place.