Who: Emma Dobbs and... ?? When: Sunday early evening. Where: Closing up the shop so Diagon Alley What: Deciding what she might do for the rest of the night! Rating: With her mouth? Uh pg-13 Open/Closed: COMPLETE
See, what had happened was.. is that.. she couldn't be bothered to stay any longer and she just didn't give a flying snitch if the sun hadn't even gone down yet. Mr. Boss-Man gave her the keys and said (in a very stern voice despite the wheeze he had accumulated from a bad cough), "Close up. (COUGH HACK COUGH) put the deposit (HACK HACK WHEEEEEEZE)on me desk, love."
He never said when to close up though she knew she'd never hear the end of it tomorrow if one of the regulars tried to stop by only to find the shop closed rather than open late like it usually was. Ah, well, it wouldn't be the first time she got in trouble over something so ridiculous and it would certainly not be the last.
The sun was sinking low just as she slipped out of the shop and locked the door with a couple specialized charms and one rather normal lock. She pocketed her key and turned on her heel to face the longer end of Diagon Alley. Her hair was as gold as the lettering over the shop door but that wouldn't last. First, she would decide where to go (A butterbeer before home? A bit of light shopping?) and then she'd work a quick beauty charm on her long, golden curls.
Or.. or maybe she'd charm her hair first. Maybe she'd walk and charm, because honestly the day was dying and she needed to make a choice! Just as she fished her wand out and stepped down the street someone jostled into her in passing and caused her to poke her temple hard with the wand. Luckily she hadn't been focusing on a charm so nothing happened but it did hurt something fierce.