Re: HOGSMEADE: Wren/Evie
Wren was willing to buy the happy tears concept, because she cried a lot when she was happy. For the longest, longest time, Luke hadn't understood that, but now he was mostly used to her being a water faucet all the time.
She slipped her arm from her friend's, and she slid her hand around Evie's waist instead, pulling the other woman close, close. This place was strange, whimsy and wonder, and there were teacups levitating in that shop over there, and she wasn't at all surprised to see Evie leading them in that direction. "Wait, they can really do magic?" Which maybe sounded a little strange coming from the girl with magic sparking feathers off her skin at odd intervals, but she was perfectly normal right now, and all of this seemed like something she could never, ever dream up on her own; her imagination wasn't very good.
She stared, lips an O as a teapot wafted by, and she stayed that way as Evie led them to a table. She sat heavily, quickly, and she continued to stare and stare, and then she looked back at her friend. "The teapots are levitating." Okay, so maybe that was stating the obvious a little, tiny bit. "I wish I had my camera," and, "how do we order?"