Who: Sally-Anne Perks and OPEN When: 11/23- Afternoon Where: Diagon Alley What: Sally-Anne gets to pondering.
Sally-Anne had always done what she was told. She never minded it, in fact, she quite liked it. She had a purpose and while she might not have understood it at times she at least had the comfort of being defined by something. She never cared for Voldemort, she only knew her disdain for the Order. Her parent's legacy would always be cut off by their untimely deaths and that was on the Order's hands. She could care less for blood purity or any of that nonsense. He was her enemies' enemy so she would be on his side even if only in secret.
She thought she would have a purpose. She thought she'd be able to do something. Only, the Order seemed to be doing a good enough job sabotaging itself without her help. She hadn't been given a task. She hadn't been told what to do. For the first time in her life she was left to her own devices and she didn't know how to handle it. She had lived how she knew how to live, flying under the radar. It never really bothered her before. In school she had work to distract her. She had friends to be entertained by. She didn't have any of that now. She had the dull existence of work only to come back to an empty home where everything was far too quiet.
There was nothing of interest in her life. She didn't even have a present fiance to complain about. Sure, she was engaged but he had still yet to show his face. Was he even alive? She would never complain publicly but she almost wished he would show up. She wished she had something to distract her from her own boredom. Sally-Anne was lonely, horribly lonely and she wasn't sure how to fix it. She didn't think she could fix it. Padma had her sister, she had no one. She shouldn't care, she shouldn't get involved with people in a world as violent and uncertain as hers but she couldn't deny the longing. At home at night she craved interaction, craved it more than she had ever wanted something in her life. It wasn't enough to wait around any longer. She never really thought what she would do if the Order ever failed. Perhaps now it was time for her to figure it out.
Sally-Anne hung up the sign on her shop door signaling that she was gone for lunch. Maybe she could watch people interact. Maybe she could remember how it was supposed to work. It should be a natural thing, right? For the life of her she couldn't remember the last time she had a real conversation. Today could change that. It all starts with a step. Or a word.