Re: HOGSMEADE: Wren/Evie
Wren didn't worry about money the way most people did. She'd walked out of her house when her maman died, and she didn't have a penny then. She'd always found a way to make money appear when she needed it to, even if Luke didn't approve of how she did it. She'd been really, really wealthy for a few years, and now she was really, really not. Money was just this thing that came and went, and she didn't worry about the teapot. Maybe this all just seemed a little too dreamy to worry about paying for teapots.
She nodded about the tea and the tarts, her gaze still focused entirely on the photograph. Her love for photography really was a genuine thing, and she wondered about lighting and negatives and how they developed film with various frames like this. It had to be various frames, right? Frames that were somehow magically all looped together. She was thinking about series of images then, things for when she got home, into the real world, that emulated the effect.
Teapots, tea and tarts were forgotten for a minute, and she looked up at Evie and nodded, overzealous to make up for her lack of attention.