Despite what had happened to her yesterday (the whole quitting thing), Orla wasn't as depressed or as upset as she had made herself seem in her journal. Sure, she hated the idea of being unemployed and no longer making money, but she hadn't been happy with what she was doing. She only stayed there because she had to and because she felt her dad expected it of her.
Walking through Diagon Alley, Orla skirted around busy shoppers left and right until she reached the ice cream parlour. Spotting Rose, she smiled and waved back, side-stepping a few kids and coming up to the table Rose had reserved for them.
"Hello there," she said, laying her bag which held her camera and wand only in a chair. "How goes the married life?" she teased lightly.