who; millicent & [ open ]
where; diagon alley, a coffee shop near there.
why; she's working alone, reading some papers
when; late afternoon.



Millie was on the way to her most favourite spot in Diagon Alley, the shop with coffee, tea and any other sorts of hot and cold drink. As usual, she was dressed down in a pair of wizard-spun long skirt, a short-sleeved top and a pair of regular, flat boots. Before she stepped into the establishment, her hands situated her bag with her work in it and looked up before she was ran into by someone who didn't apologize or turn around. This blunt force cause her to lose her balance and she grabbed onto the nearby pole holding the sign so she didn't fall.

For a moment, she thought of lashing out, but she didn't. Millicent took the hit and frowned as she entered the shoppe with her hand opening the door and giving it a gentle kick shut.

A formal approach, her hands on the counter and she picked her favourite hot cocoa, regardless of the weather. A simplistic sigh passed through her lips as she took the cup, set down near the window and started going over her book work.