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Diagon Alley runs along a crooked, narrow street. Along the North Side, of course, are the shopfronts. Large glass windows display hot items, special objects, advertise for sales, and encourage people to come in. The path is incredibly tight and overhangs of buildings on either side threaten to touch the building across from it. People walk packed together, as they try to maneuver around groups of people, vending carts, and holes in the cobble road. Be careful of doors opening so that you don’t walk into them by accident.
Outside the Leaky Cauldron entrance is a large, outlandish fountain which threatens to take up the walk. Once one gets around the fountain, the path tightens and the surge of people begins. Bump, jostle, and nudge people as you move around – it's okay, really. Balconies and overhangs create a bright array of color as one meanders down the street. The noise level is cluttered – yelling comes from the hawkers, from the food vendors, from people calling to one and other. Much like a festival, the atmosphere is nearly tangible; electric and festive. Don’t forget to close your eyes and breathe in. Popcorn, kebabs, soup, bread; so many food smells fill the air with a pungent scent.
~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
SPOILER!!: Quinn! <3
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Originally Posted by NiallNIP
"Well, alright," Quinn said, still not fully convinced, "but if you ever need a break you're welcome to pop over to mine. For some tea, a drink, whatever, alright? I'm sure my Gram would love to have some company over." And they meant it, too. It could be nice to have someone besides family over—liven the place up a bit.
Quinn wasn't sure if Aria fully got it—she had no details, so that's not her fault—but they appreciated the sentiment anyway. "Thank you, Aria. I'll keep that in mind," they smiled. They didn't really have many people outside of their family to talk to right now, so it might be nice. For another time. And then Quinn let out a real chuckle. "Well, I do hope so. I don't need to be spoilt, I guess, but it would be nice," they shrugged.
"Ah, well, I made this." Quinn held out their arms to show off their purple and black cardigan. "When I'm knitting I like to do sweaters, cardigans, anything cozy, really. If I'm sewing I love doing a nice pair of pants. I've made some dresses, but...well, I don't really wear them out." Quinn loved making big dresses—weeks long projects that turned out lovely, but didn't end up being worn. They were fit for a princess, but Quinn would look a bit strange wearing a ballgown down the street. Not many balls to wear them to. They had about three of them now, sitting in their room. Sometimes when they were feeling a bit down, they would go in the closet and throw one on just to feel pretty. Quinn perked up a bit at Aria's invitation. "Oh. Well..." They weren't doing anything at the moment, and they were having a lovely chat. "If I wouldn't be too distracting, then sure," they said with a smile.
Quinn had every right not to believe Aria. Just because she was more than capable of taking care of herself {not to mention the excellent support system behind her}, it didn’t mean she knew how to slow down and smell the roses when her mind was fixated on a project. Rest and relaxation would come after her new goal was proverbially wrapped up in a giant, purple bow. “But I would LOVE that,’’ Aria exclaimed enthusiastically. “Your grandma and I could swap as many stories as she wants, until she’s tired of me and shoos me from the house.” This young woman had load of exciting tales that could regale anyone.
Aria most likely did not get the full picture but that was okay for now, right? If she ever got those details later down, she would continue to do her best to understand it all and to help Quinn as best as she could. “No problem! What are friends for?” Did Quinn know that what they wanted could be found in friendship too? “It definitely is nice being spoilt. All you need is a good friend, not necessarily a romantic partner.” Because relationships were just… *insert barf face*
“You did?” Aria’s eyes widened, impressed to the max as she closely surveyed the cardigan. “My dearest, dearest Quinn, your creation is absolutely gorgeous! How long did it take you to do this?” The cardigan was so well done that she thought it might have taken some time; unless Quinn had mastered making cardigans. “Impressive. You know I’d love seeing some of your other work. This is even further motivation to drop by at your place soon.” She was always on the lookout for new talent. “Shush. It’s definitely not going to be distracting. Shall we, then? You can tell me more about your knitting adventures while we browse.”