Post by Jennifer Brooks on Nov 19, 2007 19:25:01 GMT -4
Jenny sighed heavily as her feet hit the floor, the sound of her old, black high heel boots on the gravely floor of Hogsmeade. Her hands were delicately placed deep into the pockets of her black coat and the soft sound of coins jingled in her hand. Her eyes were cast from herself and towards her sides, left and then right again. The sounds filled the street as she and other people moved rapidly through Hogsmeade. Her warm hands slowly picked at each other as she made her way through the crowds of people. A smirk filled her face as she watched young children being dragged along by over bearing mother’s as they prepared for the up and coming school year. Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes had a large crowd of people at the window, staring in awe at the contents of the shop but a little frightened to enter.
Jenny had been in their a few times herself, leaving with pockets full of things she ended up using on a pair of mischievous second years. She pulled at her scarf as the soft wind blew, quickly pushing her hands back into her pockets to keep them warm. The soft summer leaves blew around her feet as she strolled slowly along the street. The whisper of the wind and the crunching of the leaves only brought back memories of her home, aged seven. Summer time at her house and she and her friends were outside. Her mother had raked up a huge pile of leaves and the girls were sitting around it. They took it in turns to throw something into the pile of leaves, the others with their eyes closed, and then watched and reveled as the rest of the children wrestled through the leaves to find the item they'd dropped inside. Of course, sometimes they thought it was funny not to put anything in and just sit back and watch as the others wrestled through leaves for a good twenty minutes to find nothing. Although, this part always ended in someone getting in a scrap for being an idiot and not playing properly.
With another large gust of wind Jenny went for the nearest door. She took hold of the icy cold metal hand and pulled it forward, immediately hearing the roar of conversation, laughter and merriment. Although it had seemed that everyone was outside, Jenny soon realized that most of the people who’d been outside had congregated inside The Three Broomsticks. Jenny pulled a discontented face as she walked further into the warm room, rubbing her hands together to warm them up. Walking towards the bar she looked at the woman behind it, ordering a butter beer and pulling coins from her pocket. Pushing them towards her she took her small clear glass, flames and all, and found an empty seat. Pulling off her coat she exposed her slim torso, leaving her scarf around her neck as she rubbed her hands together again. Blowing hot air onto her delicate looking hands she took her drink between her fringes and sipped at it gently, smiling as she placed it back upon the table.
Jenny had been in their a few times herself, leaving with pockets full of things she ended up using on a pair of mischievous second years. She pulled at her scarf as the soft wind blew, quickly pushing her hands back into her pockets to keep them warm. The soft summer leaves blew around her feet as she strolled slowly along the street. The whisper of the wind and the crunching of the leaves only brought back memories of her home, aged seven. Summer time at her house and she and her friends were outside. Her mother had raked up a huge pile of leaves and the girls were sitting around it. They took it in turns to throw something into the pile of leaves, the others with their eyes closed, and then watched and reveled as the rest of the children wrestled through the leaves to find the item they'd dropped inside. Of course, sometimes they thought it was funny not to put anything in and just sit back and watch as the others wrestled through leaves for a good twenty minutes to find nothing. Although, this part always ended in someone getting in a scrap for being an idiot and not playing properly.
With another large gust of wind Jenny went for the nearest door. She took hold of the icy cold metal hand and pulled it forward, immediately hearing the roar of conversation, laughter and merriment. Although it had seemed that everyone was outside, Jenny soon realized that most of the people who’d been outside had congregated inside The Three Broomsticks. Jenny pulled a discontented face as she walked further into the warm room, rubbing her hands together to warm them up. Walking towards the bar she looked at the woman behind it, ordering a butter beer and pulling coins from her pocket. Pushing them towards her she took her small clear glass, flames and all, and found an empty seat. Pulling off her coat she exposed her slim torso, leaving her scarf around her neck as she rubbed her hands together again. Blowing hot air onto her delicate looking hands she took her drink between her fringes and sipped at it gently, smiling as she placed it back upon the table.