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Nessie MacFusty...forgot. ([info]scatter_brained) wrote in [info]wished,
@ 2010-10-06 14:42:00
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Characters: Nessie MacFusty and Open
Settings: Wednesday Evening, The Leaky Cauldron
Summary: Nessie attempts to go shopping and loses her money instead. And possibly offends random strangers with the ensuing swearing.
Rating/Disclaimer: TBD

Her routine was one thing Nessie rarely changed. Going through every motion each day successfully was trying enough, doing things on the fly most likely meant that something down the line would be forgotten or neglected. By her normal timetable she should have been cleaning up after her hatchlings' dinners instead she was gathering her things and heading through the pubs archway into Diagon Alley. That morning she'd had to accept the fact that once the majority of your clothes were singed or burned in some way there was no choice but to finally buy new ones.

Halfway down the Alley she stopped suddenly, sliding her hand in her pocket and wincing. A hole where her money bag should have been, of course. Stopping in the middle of the crowd with only a soft curse, Nessie changed direction and jogged back to the pub, scanning the ground for anything glittery as she went. After only a couple minor collisions and hasty apologies, Nessie hurried back into the Leaky Cauldron and glanced around for whichever table looked like the one she'd taken her drink at. Oblivious to the patron sitting at the table, she got down on her knees and crawled halfway under it, muttering a string of colourful curses. At least maybe this time she'd remember to take as little gold as possible when she went out.


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