 Ruby! Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?
Ashley was in Diagon Alley to buy... something. She forgot what. She probably didn't need it that badly, then. If she had to guess, it would have been a book. What kind of book? She sat down on the edge of the fountain and hoped the answer would come to her. She pulled out an art notebook and started sketching her reflection from the water. She was very focused, until the fountain spit water right into her face.
She was startled, to say the least, almost startled enough to fall. It was humiliating. And her drawing got a little wet. She tossed a galleon into the fountain. "Leave me alone," she whispered, softly. It could be seen that her hair was already dry again. It was something she had learned wandlessly, now the fifth thing she could do that way. It was very useful. Take that, fountain.
She turned to the woman sitting near her. "This fountain doesn't know anything about anything," she said, with the general tone of someone who was very sure they just knew about these things. |