[INSIDE] Market Who: Astoria Greengrass What: Not joining the throng at Zwemmer's When: Saturday night Where: The market area of Mathwall Status: Closed & complete
Astoria had separated from the other girl not long after the greening of everyone and everything inside the wall. While people were still dealing with the dying man in the wall and trying to find their way out, she'd ducked inside a clothing shop and "borrowed" a full-length cloak with a hood and some gloves. Since she had no idea how long they were going to be stuck in here, and no idea how long she was going to be green and furry, she wanted all the protection she could get. She also picked up a pair of very sharp shears, which she pocketed.
When she wrote in her journal, she didn't mention to anyone that she was green or furry. When Draco wrote back, she was sure she'd been right to do so.
After sunset, Astoria came out of the back of the clothing shop where she'd hidden and made her way to the food markets, ducking into alleys every time she thought she was seen.
The first store she found sold fruit. Yes, it was theft, just like the cloak, but her father and Elliot had died in Knockturn Alley and she meant not to follow their example. She picked up a basket and filled it with apples--those would stay good for several days if a random spell didn't make them inedible. She thought about oranges and added a few of them as well. Some of her mother's lessons in household management were going to do her good.
Then she went to the vegetable market and rooted through the stalls for carrots, peas, mushrooms, everything she could think of that was safe raw.
She considered the meat and fish stalls, but she didn't know how to cook without spells and if there were random spell effects, Astoria didn't want to start another one. Plus, it wasn't like she'd have a chance to bathe and get the meat juice--she refused to think of it as blood because she didn't want to think of the man who'd died in the wall this afternoon--out of her fur.
When Astoria left the food market, it was in the opposite direction from the bookstore. She'd meet up with the wizards who'd written in the journals later, under her own terms, when she had something to offer.