Exploring ((Alyson))

[giselle]

"Diagon Alley?" Giselle asked incredulously to her driver, Raymond. Couldn't he just listen to her instead of bringing her else where? He was her chauffeur, for crying out loud! "Please, Miss Giselle. Mrs. Daphne Dumas said that you should go shopping here instead of in Diagon." He didn't even take his eyes off the wheel. The nerve! "Take me back home immediately!" Giselle demanded. "All my friends are going to London today and you bring me to boring old Diagon?" She glared at him profusely but he didn't budge. She began to tear up at the corner of her eyes, but that only worked on Daddy. It didn't even work on Mother, sadly, or Raymond. She pouted, crossing her arms across her chest. Wasn't Diagon Alley in charred ruins anyway? Oh, yes, it had been on the newspaper headlines before. It was rebuilt and with new security measures. Apparently they had to check you before you entered.... Giselle wrapped her cloak around herself tighter as the car pulled to a stop.

The Leaky Cauldron had always been nothing extraordinary. It was a filthy little pub where all the disgusting folk went to talk about who knew what. Giselle certainly didn't want to spend any more time there then she had to. Without meeting eyes with anyone, she strutted through the pub and entered Diagon Alley through the back way. Here, she fell slightly at ease. Wizards and Witches walked through these cobbled streets. Respectable families peered through these windows and shops had everything any magical person needed. Still, there were ugly, disturbing people as well; mudbloods and other filthy people Giselle didn't dare mention in her mind. She shuddered as a security guard had to check her over before allowing her to pass. Wasn't this the little party? She glared and decided when she got home she would take a bath, full of bubbles and hot water.

The snow here was still white, probably kept that way by magic. It looked like a fairy-tale here. Little children ran around, pausing here and there to glance at Giselle as she marched past. Stupid little infants. She had no time for them. Giselle knew already she wouldn't make a good mother. She had no tolerance for children, but she didn't care either. Maybe she would remain single her whole life, dating different guys. It didn't sound too bad. The only bad thing was Daddy and Mother wouldn't approve in the slightest. Giselle went directly to a snack shack where she could probably get good hot-chocolate for a cheap price. Giselle entered, ordered her drink, and sat down quickly at a empty bar. It was warm in here, and the stink of cigar smoke wafted through it. Magicals also had disgusting habits. Giselle glared around at everyone in sight, waiting impatiently for the waitress to arrive when there was a disturbance toward the front of the shop. She turned around to look.

[pug]

Alyson left the house with her chauffeur, Chev. Her plans for the day included shopping and flirting. Her two favorte things. The snow was falling and she was tierd of being dreary even her clothes were. She wore a black v-neck shirt with a silver trim. Over it she wore another black shirt which showed the shoulders. Her jeans were from Blueshepre her favorite jean company and was accerorized by a black belt with a huge buckle worn on the side. Over the whole thing she wore a long black jacket the reached her black eskimo boots.

She waited until Chev walked passed her until she threw the snow ball at him. He was defintally suprised she stopped doing things like that. He soon strugged it off and started a snow war. They stopped only her mom went outside and was hit by an in comming ammo.


She shooed the two off to Diagon alley. Once they arrived she blew a kiss at her driver as he shouted at her 6:00. She rolled her eyes and continued her way until she saw the Snack Shack. She remebered she forgot breakfast and made her way there. " Fries." She ordered and toke a seat to wait for it.

[giselle]

Giselle was bored. The shack was cozy at least but she would have preferred a festive place, where people partied instead of sitting down and coolly drinking and talking softly. Giselle was more of the out-spoken type anymore, and she loved to express herself. Most often that involved either insulting or dancing, which she often did at a dancing party or something of the like. Salsa, especially. With the right guy, a boring night could turn into something extraordinary and Giselle would come back home breathless with excitement after dancing all night. Of course, that guy would have to work hard to keep her attention, as good looks weren't everything. Wit is what Giselle loved in guys and all her girlfriends. Witty remarks made the world go round. It separated the boring from the interesting and the people here were definitely boring. Honestly, they didn't even play music in the background. What fun was that?

Giselle nodded at the waitress who had just brought her drink to her obediently. Nice. Giselle didn't mind the people who worked here, although service could be faster. This reminded her of the time she had thrown a fit with the milk shake and that Hufflepuff had told her off for it. Giselle was bawled out later that day not to do that by Mother, so the Huffle was right. For once. Giselle was now sophisticated, wealthy, and gorgeous all at the same time. Ha. Who in the world could beat that? She smiled confidently, flashing those darling white teeth at everyone in the area. Of course, no one payed attention to her, as there were no good looking guys here. Boring, again. Nothing to do but drink and stare at the window, dreaming of a happier place. Maybe after this she should go to one of the dancing clubs around here. They had a few, of course, since this Diagon Alley was new and improved and they obviously had to have something to meet everyone's needs. Now Giselle felt like expressing herself in the best way possible. Cathy understood this, actually, and she often joined Giselle in dancing, although she didn't do salsa. No, she was too modest for that. She did ballet... Egh. Honestly, that was for little girlie kiddies. Giselle smirked and took a drink of the coffee she had ordered and looked back as the door opened.

A younger girl entered the shop and sat a few seats away from Giselle, ordering fries. Fries? What was she, stupid? She would lose that figure instantly if she ate junk like that. Giselle only had things that were somewhat healthy, but fries? With all that salt and... ugh. There was no other word for it. Giselle's gray-blue eyes followed the girl to her seat and watched her every move. When the waitress brought her fries, Giselle stood up and walked to the table, standing over the girl. She reached into the bag of fries slowly, daring the girl to stop her, and popped it into her mouth. She chewed slowly and smirked down at the girl. "You know," she said, taking another fry from the bag, "you shouldn't be eating junk like this. Honestly, do you want to lose that figure you have right now. Not that it is the best ever.." Giselle chewed on it for a moment before taking a seat opposite the girl. "I hope you don't mind some company." She stated, not questioning her. "But really - why eat that unless you want yourself to turn into some pig?" She smirked and took a drink of her coffee, watching the girl over the rim.