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Originally Posted by
Tattie 
When you start Hogwarts, it seems great, like you have absolutely nothing to worry about and it will all be magic and fun the whole time. They skate over the details like OWLs and NEWTs, the most stressful sets of exams ever. Little first years don't know what's going to hit them. Like it had hit Bliss. Multiple times. The Christmas holidays, for example, were supposed to be relaxed and enjoyable family times, but Bliss' had been jam packed with studying. Studying being the reason that she was out of the house and not studying for once. With all the work she had been doing, she raced through all the supplies she had and now she was out of ink and parchment and her quills ... they weren't looking to great anymore. All of that she needed to stock up on.
She was being so quick about it, in fact, that she hadn't even noticed a certain blond also in the shop.
Instead, she was piling her arms full of the parchment and quills she needed, only briefly noticing how ... unstable the things were in her arms. Bliss only made it two or three steps towards the ink before the things on the top of the pile toppled to the ground. She could now feel eyes on her and she rushed to pick the things up, only to drop more things in the process. With an annoyed huff, a stressed out Bliss dropped to the floor and just sat staring at the ridiculous stationary that had defeated her.
Tag continued glancing about on the shelves for the notebooks and journals, trying to figure out which one would do him best for his studying and note taking and what not. The blonde, though, did hear some noises, but thought nothing of it, thinking that whoever was in the shop, was, as well, riffling through all the products to see which was best.
Ok. Now the blonde could hear a real mess happening. What in the world was going on? Oh. Wow. Either A. Bliss' feet had gave out, or B. all of those products had caused her trouble. Sighing Tag went over to her and looked down at her, "
I'm almost certain students can't work at Hogsmeade, but, shouldn't the shopkeeper be the one inspecting if her or his shop's floor is clean enough?" Tag said slightly teasingly. Honestly.
He got on his knees and stared upon the entire mess. He wasn't sure what was Bliss' so the boy simply stacked the parchments up in a neat pile again and just held it. Was this her's or was it from the shelf? Did she need help with anything else?