 For my Nordic girl! <3 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Knick knacks.
Ary loved knick knacks, the uncertainty of what would find among the endless amount of trinkets. There was something about that uncertainty and the chaos of it all that appealed to him. It was why he adored that junk shop here in Diagon Alley. That place was next up on his list to visit, after which he needed to catch up with the rest of the family. Except for Dy. His sister was a short distance from him arguing with a witch over a Gobstones set that supposedly once belonged to their dad, the famous player for the Hereford Hippogriffs.
Ary wanted to snort with laughter because clearly the witch was lying. Their dad kept ALL his Gobstones sets like a mad hoarder. There was no way that Aditya Atreyu-Rehman would ever discard any of his precious sets and Dy was trying to drill that fact into the witch’s head. Dy was fighting a losing battle though. Ary simply shook his head and decided to examine some rather shiny jewellery on display.
Did that bracelet have various species of owls as charms? |