04-13-2023, 10:04 PM
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Chimaera
Join Date: Oct 2006 Location: Baker Street
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Marcus Briody Cole Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Nadia Atreyu-Rehman Gryffindor Seventh Year x8 x8
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Originally Posted by Chelliephone The street vendors had to be one of the most exciting parts of the summer time, because the products here varied from day to day. Even if Ve spent HOURS the day before perusing all of the merchandise and talking to the different people, the next day there was always at least one or two new people - and sometimes the old had new products. Whenever it was foods specifically made too she could usuaaaally talk someone into giving her some free samples. Was that a particular safe idea? Probably not.
But she was still alive so far.
Skipping her way through the carts, brown hair styled into small curls that bounced as she did so, the Gryffindor only paused every once and awhile to look at the products someone was selling. Currently, she was paused at cart that had a wide array of landscape paintings, each charmed to have movement be it rolling waves or a breeze through a field of flowers. She was absolutely enchanted. "Oooh, I wonder if there's a class that could teach us how to do THAT!" Charms, probably. Perhaps she'd bother Professor Sayse with the idea. Yay for being another year older for Nadia was glad to be given just a little more freedom over the summer. More space to hang out with friends without a parent…or Raj…immediately underfoot and gather the occasional school supply along the way. Sure they were often still there in Diagon Alley handling there own things and her twin was around somewhere else, but she was okay with all that as she wandered through the venders. Her gaze looking over things curiously.
She had stopped at the one with the moving portraits when she heard a girl’s voice speaking of learning how to do it. “Certainly, would be cool…” she mused aloud, returning her own comment to the other girl as she moved in the direction the voice had come from around the cart, finding an older Gryffindor she’d seen around. Art projects were one thing…magical ones had to be oh so much better. “Hey…” she greeted with a smile.
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