Nothing Better To Do ((Kam))

[Mary Evans]

The summer, at least that meant staying in England. Scotland wasn’t so bad through the year, of course; it was the ‘vacations’ with her mother that were work. But they only happened during the winter, thankfully, meaning Mary was free for the next two months. Even better, her mother was satisfied she wouldn’t run off gallivanting with muggleborns anymore so Mary was free to come and go from the house as she pleased again. Not that she pleased to go much of anywhere, but out of the house was always better than in it, even in a house as large as Evans’ Manor her mother’s shrill voice found a way to carry from time to time.

In was the call for the present though, but that was only because Mary was getting ready to go out. Now summer was half over Mary was bored to tears with all the usual places she could go but still hesitant to take up residence in one of the other properties for fear of her mother following. Not to mention at least at home in England she could arrange to see people from school, where as day trips from Spain to see friends was not always the most convenient thing in the world. Not that Mary had any plans or anyone to meet that day but… well she would figure something out.

When she was ready and looking perfect Mary grabbed a purse and went out the front door – she would travel the muggle way since she had time and did not want to go through the filthy fireplaces if it could be avoided. It was still a hassle to get into Diagon Alley – as though the Death Eaters would attack two year in a row – but security seemed to be somewhat more lax and Mary got through in 5 minutes.

First stop would be… well Mary didn’t know for sure. The street wasn’t too crowded so Mary simply wandered unhindered for awhile until she spotted a familiar head in the crowd. “Kamron!” Mary called before stopping to hope she hadn’t just called some random guy Kamron.

[kamron]

This particular plan to Diagon Alley had been in the works for some time, as he had determined a well planned venture into the wizarding city was a necessity if he was to gather all the materials an entire year at Hogwarts would require. This year though, he would be shopping alone. While his mother took this news as an upsetting sign that her one and only child was growing up, Kamron welcomed the freedom. He feared that with the attacks the summer before she would feel more over protective, but he had put up a rather convincing argument which included the slim possibility that the same city would be attacked two years in a row, as well as the mention of increased security the city would be sure to have. In the end his arguments prevailed, and Floo Networked his way to the city, unaccompanied.

As he strolled down the streets he wondered who else might be in the city on this day. He had not taken the time before hand to set up a meeting with his friends from school, as he wondered if he should have. Perhaps it would have cut into his time to travel from shop to shop, careful to pick up all the necessities, but it would have been nice to see his friends, whom he had hardly spoken too since the train home. The thoughts clouded his mind as he mad his way down the street toward the quidditch shop. He wasn't exactly in need of anything in the shop, but he was unable to resist the temptation of a quick stop just to look at the new products.

He was but a few strides from the shop when he heard his name called from somewhere behind him, and he came to a slow halt and turned around to see if he truly was being the one being called for. As he searched the cowed he soon spotted a familiar Slytherin he had met on winter holiday when he was a fifth year, who seemed to be looking directly at him. He smiled, and walked a few steps back to her. "Hello Mary! My its been a why, hasn't it?" His smile was steady and friendly, as he had never had any issues with her, even if she was a Slytherin and had perhaps a few less than pleasant encounters with people he knew. He took great pride in not giving into other peoples views, instead he developed thoughts and ideas of his own, and Mary had been nothing but friendly, even if they hardly spoke again after that Holiday.