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Rose M. Tyler (jeopardysfriend) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Diagon Alley? Every Flavour Beans? Foreign things to the muggle blond holding the girl's hand in her own. "Every flavour?" Choose your battles carefully, and Rose went for the beans. No one ever said she was good at covering up dream stories. "Every single flavor? Grass doesn't sound very tasty in a bean." Or in anything, actually. She'd never been one of the ones to sit and chew on grass at playtime. Gross.

"I live just over there," she said, pointing in the direction of the museum. "It's a great big building with stairs and pictures all over. It's a museum, actually, but my friends and I are staying there. Like a hideaway!" She tried to make it sound like a great and exciting adventure instead of the pit that it actually was. "I'll show you, too, but first let's see if we can't find you some breakfast." God, she hoped the supply had been replenished. Rose was used to just a snack bar for breakfast, but this girl likely wasn't. Pancakes? No. Not here in the big stupid box.

She started them walking towards the petrol station, where she knew there was usually some sort of food. If not, they'd go by the chemist's. There had to be something left, right? "Maybe I'm not dreaming," she said conspiratorally, "but instead, I'm just a character in your dream! A princess who ran away because she was tired of being treated like a doll! Or a serving girl who's been sent to find the Lady Dora and retrieve her back to the Museum Castle." Oh, she could weave a tale, indeed.