7:54 PM
Who: Demelza and OPEN
What: Grocery shopping
When: Friday, May 23rd
Where: The Magic Neep
Rating: Safe-ity, safe, safe!
Status: WIP
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“Peaches… check. Apples… check. Lettuce… check.”
Demelza narrowed her eyes at the parchment in her hand as she checked things off with a pen. If there was one thing she hated it was buying things that she could have easily grown herself and in her opinion much better. Not that she was cocky or full of herself; it was just that if there was one thing in this world that she knew and could relate to it was plants… and Quidditch, but mostly plants.
Time for things outside Hogwarts had just been non-existent lately.
The Gryffindor grumbled to herself as she flicked her gaze around the store. “Leek… I need leek.” She rifled through her basket of goodies as she moved back towards the vegetable section, not watching where she was going. The tall blonde lifted her head just in time to run head-long into someone, dropping her basket and latching onto them to try and keep them both upright.
Still clinging to the person she cursed. “Bugger, I am so sorry. I’m exceptionally clumsy sometimes. Two left feet to be honest.”
What: Grocery shopping
When: Friday, May 23rd
Where: The Magic Neep
Rating: Safe-ity, safe, safe!
Status: WIP
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“Peaches… check. Apples… check. Lettuce… check.”
Demelza narrowed her eyes at the parchment in her hand as she checked things off with a pen. If there was one thing she hated it was buying things that she could have easily grown herself and in her opinion much better. Not that she was cocky or full of herself; it was just that if there was one thing in this world that she knew and could relate to it was plants… and Quidditch, but mostly plants.
Time for things outside Hogwarts had just been non-existent lately.
The Gryffindor grumbled to herself as she flicked her gaze around the store. “Leek… I need leek.” She rifled through her basket of goodies as she moved back towards the vegetable section, not watching where she was going. The tall blonde lifted her head just in time to run head-long into someone, dropping her basket and latching onto them to try and keep them both upright.
Still clinging to the person she cursed. “Bugger, I am so sorry. I’m exceptionally clumsy sometimes. Two left feet to be honest.”