nikolas vaisey doesn't need a broom to fly (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} besserwisser) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wished,@ 2010-07-11 00:11:00 |
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| Entry tags: | !2003: 07, !incomplete, daphne greengrass, nikolas vaisey |
WHO: Nikolas and Daphne Vaisey
WHAT: THE VAISEYS DO ESPANA.
WHERE: A Wizard market in Barcelona, not far from where they are staying for the week.
WHEN: Sunday 11 July, 2003. Early afternoon.
They had only been in Spain since Friday, but time seem to have slowed and when Nikolas had awoken that morning it was with the feeling that he had been here for at least a week already. While this might ordinarily have been a very bad thing indeed, he was currently of the mind that the more time spent away from home the better, and that when the time did come to return at the end of the week, it would be with much reluctance. Perhaps the course of a week would see him rid of the sort of cabin fever feeling he'd been experiencing in Bath, but right now he found very little appealing about going home.
He and Daphne had spent most of the morning in the vicinity of the hotel - Barcelona had a rather bustling Wizarding community, and they were hardly the only tourists. Luckily, this meant that accommodations were plentiful and, as they could afford it, of high quality. The trip had, so far, had a leisurely pace, one that Nikolas would be glad to keep up. It would be fun to experience the local culture and sights, but it was good not to have to rush, or to think about coming back and working.
Having had a late lunch and coming out of it feeling very full, they were now wending their way through one of the larger outdoor markets. The weather was perfect for it and, despite the mild sunburn Nikolas had acquired after an oversight the day before, he felt no need to spend the day indoors. Given the size of the crowds, everyone else seemed to have the same idea. Daphne had already made a few purchases, but for the most part they were just browsing. As he glanced to one of the carts to his right, a very garish and brightly colored hat caught his eye. It was plainly hideous, and he wondered if Daphne had seen it and thought the same. Making sure that she wouldn't miss the chance to comment, he grabbed her wrist and pointed with his free hand, a skeptical smirk on his face.
"Wait, wait, wait." He reached over and plucked the hat up, ignoring a suspicious glance from the merchant, an old women with a bored expression. "I think this is obviously what you've been spending the past half-hour looking for."