26. Quills


Walking up and down the isles of Scribbulus she couldn’t help but smile. The fresh smell of parchment, all the well stocked bottles of ink, and the fresh quills would drive anyone who loved to write - well, happy.

Purchasing her new supplies was the first step. The next was sitting down and writing everything her heart desired for a long while. Well - not all she desired. Most of the equipment was for work.

She had to write up all those papers, the law documents, and not to mention inter office notes. Seeing as she was working a very important case.