|Patricia Stimpson (trishstimpson) wrote in wished,|
@ 2010-09-22 13:56:00
|Entry tags:||!2003: 09, !complete, patricia stimpson, quentin trimble|
Who: Quentin Trimble and Patricia Stimpson
When: this afternoon
Where: Hogsmeade, near Honeydukes
What: Random run in makes for a second surprise reunion. Woota!
Patricia still felt like she was flying high from yesterday evening. Everything seemed so surreal. She'd ran into Alix, quite literally, and things had just gone so well. Everything just seemed so right. She was starting to think that nothing could bring her down. She had every plan to spend as much free time with Alix as he'd allow. She'd spend every single waking moment with him if she didn't have to work and he didn't have to work. She was actually kind of cursing the need to work because it cut into their time, but she kept that to herself.
Since she'd went to Diagon Alley yesterday today she was hitting Hogsmeade. She didn't really have anything she needed to buy today. It was more for nostalgia's sake that she was here then the pressing need for anything. She'd wandered around, taking in all the stores she used to visit when she was a student at Hogwarts. It was nice to call up all her old, happy memories. She was determined to not focus on the unhappy ones.
The wind blew past her, ruffling her hair and then whipping it in front of her face and she pushed it back, tucking the locks behind her ear slightly irritably. She seriously should have tied it back before coming out. She'd dressed in a pair of beige slacks, a shell pink tank top tucked into it with a sheer white long sleeved blouse over top of it, only partially buttoned. She'd nearly forgotten to grab a robe, a plain black one, to toss over it before she'd came. Her comfortable black colored flats barely made a sound as she made her way closer to her destination.
Of course as she drew closer to Honeydukes she saw a familiar looking figure and she frowned in thought as she studied him. Was it...? No, couldn't be. She couldn't be lucky enough to run into two people she liked so close together. Could she? The longer she looked though the more she was certain it was him. A grin broke out over her face as she picked up her pace. "Professor Trimble!" she called, a laugh threatening to bubble up at calling him that.