star shaped (fallenstar) wrote in plagued_logs, @ 2016-01-16 09:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, 1999 january, astoria greengrass, harold dingle |
Who: Astoria Greengrass & [OPEN]
What: Lazy Saturday afternoon.
Where: the book store.
When: Saturday.
Astoria missed classes. It was a constant thing in her life. When she was home, she desperately missed the school and the freedom it had provided her-- structured as it may have been. She was free of her mother's ideas of how she should behave, free to wander the library for hours should she have chosen, free from the hours of practise on the piano she had learned to despise rather than enjoy. This was, somehow, worse. Days and days of nothing. Astoria had taken to wandering. A Saturday afternoon in Hogsmeade, what was there better to do? She avoided Honeydukes -- she'd had enough candy in the past week. Instead, she'd taken her time to wander through the stationery store. It was her weakness, paper. Beautifully made, an elegant quill. She loved writing. She could spend hours in that shop. Instead, she allowed herself only a small collection of time before moving on, her bag already quite full. She wandered to the book store next. It was another weakness. She loved the smell of the books, the old leather. She moved up and down the isles, her fingers trailing along the spines of each of them. She picked one at random, pulling it off the shelf and looking it over. She flipped open to the first page, not hesitating to begin reading. |