Re: HOGSMEADE: Wren/Evie
"Don't cry," Wren pleaded. She didn't know why her friend was crying, but she was, and that was really all that mattered. She touched Evie's cheeks, fingers slipping down from the other woman's ears for the soft, soft caress, and then the robes were on, and they were walking.
Wren was wide eyes as she looked at everything. She had no preconceived notions, and she had no idea what this place was even supposed to look like. But she could tell it was special, that it was magical in the way she thought bedtime stories were. She wasn't good at books or reading, but she told Gus stories all the time, and she could almost imagine these buildings fitting into those tales. Oddly, it made her miss the kids, and it made her really, really happy that they'd finally be getting a real house in Marvel. It was dangerous, but it was their life now, and she kept telling herself that made the risks okay.
She nodded about the tea shop. "Madam Puddifoot's," she repeated, because the name sounded like whimsy to her ears, and she wondered if this was what childhood felt like. "He's the little boy who's a wizard, right?" she asked of Harry Potter.