Post by Savannah Johnstone R7 on Aug 13, 2007 5:42:27 GMT
One must never lie. It lowers ones integrity even if the truth is never uncovered. That was what Savannah’s mother preached throughout her youth, however there were times when one could bend the truth to suit their needs, today was not a day for that though. Today was a day to flat out lie. “YES” Savannah said with convincing disgust, “I’ve got the book list with me this time. I’ll be a few hours, I also need to pick up a birthday gift for a friend.” “Oh? Who’s birthday is it?” Came her mother’s voice from the kitchen as Savannah grabbed her coat from the back of the sofa, “A friend” replied Savannah and promptly apparated out of the house.
Seconds later she found herself in the Leaky Cauldron, with her school supply list in hand. The list itself had been crossed off and all items purchased weeks ago, this was simply the best excuse she could find to get out of the house. With her 7th year nearly upon her, her parents had been pushing her to be prompt and on the ball as they constantly said in an effort to further her intellectual growth. Savannah thought it was simply meant as a push to get her to start thinking more of her post graduate career. She told them before she’d simply open up a skate shop in Hogsmeade and apply to be a skating professor at Hogwarts. That idea never went over well. Truth was, Savannah didn’t really know what to do after graduating, she also didn’t really care. All she knew was that her ever-obnoxious aunt was coming for lunch that day and she’d successfully managed to escape.
Heading out into the brisk morning air Savannah found herself in the busy streets of Diagon Alley. “Ugh” she grumbled and rolled her eyes as she remembered just why she detested coming here during August. Little soon to be first years were running about screeching and carrying on about this and that. Astonished looks on the faces clearly showed who the muggle parents were, though their clothing alone would have stood them out. Savannah herself looked to be a muggle as well to those who caught a quick glimps of her. A black Pennywise T-shirt, a red plaid skirt, black boots was her attire and for the most part the sort of thing that made up her daily wardrobe anyway.
With backpack in hand she squeezed past the crowds seeking a place of solitude, a quite bookshop off the main road she frequented. Before reaching her destination she was stopped by two separate muggle families and asked for directions to various shops. Good naturedly she pointed then in the right direction. A pack of younger girls swarmed her at one point, despite the immediate urge to shoo the pests away, she entertained the 2nd years for a couple minutes before excusing herself, she couldn’t be rude to a fellow Ravenclaw, though at times the younger ones tried her patience mightily. As she got off the main road down a side alley, she was at last free to move about at a fast pace and in no time reached her destination, a small bookshop nestled between an exotic pet shop and a foreign foods café.
A faint ringing of a bell sounded as she entered the shop and found it to be busier than normal. Even the off the main road shops were seeing an influx of business with the start of the term approaching. Most the action seemed to be at the front of the store where two clerks were busy filling orders of students. Past them Savannah walked and disappeared down one of the aisles heading toward the back of the shop. Her destination was a dimly lit corner that held several comfortable chairs and a pair of desks. The noise from the front of the shop soon disappeared as Savannah threw herself down on the bluish chair and her feet were soon resting comfortably on the table, which she slid over a few inches to better suit her needs. The books in this section were foreign language books, something very few people ever seemed to want and thus this proved to be sanctuary for those who sought peace and quiet. After closing her eyes and relaxing for a few moments, she pulled out from her backpack a drawing tablet and a little pencil box. The dim light coming in from the dirty window provided her with enough light to draw. Hours upon hours she'd spend in this little corner or some other corner in the common room, or the library drawing, or writing stories, songs, and poems. All of which she'd only share with those closest to her. Minutes passes, perhaps hours even, yet to Savannah it made no difference as her dark lines soon softened and began to take the form of a horse. Once into one of her creative sessions, Savannah could ignore most talking and other nuisances. Today however, Savannah was brought out of her creative state as someone approached her little corner of solitude.
Seconds later she found herself in the Leaky Cauldron, with her school supply list in hand. The list itself had been crossed off and all items purchased weeks ago, this was simply the best excuse she could find to get out of the house. With her 7th year nearly upon her, her parents had been pushing her to be prompt and on the ball as they constantly said in an effort to further her intellectual growth. Savannah thought it was simply meant as a push to get her to start thinking more of her post graduate career. She told them before she’d simply open up a skate shop in Hogsmeade and apply to be a skating professor at Hogwarts. That idea never went over well. Truth was, Savannah didn’t really know what to do after graduating, she also didn’t really care. All she knew was that her ever-obnoxious aunt was coming for lunch that day and she’d successfully managed to escape.
Heading out into the brisk morning air Savannah found herself in the busy streets of Diagon Alley. “Ugh” she grumbled and rolled her eyes as she remembered just why she detested coming here during August. Little soon to be first years were running about screeching and carrying on about this and that. Astonished looks on the faces clearly showed who the muggle parents were, though their clothing alone would have stood them out. Savannah herself looked to be a muggle as well to those who caught a quick glimps of her. A black Pennywise T-shirt, a red plaid skirt, black boots was her attire and for the most part the sort of thing that made up her daily wardrobe anyway.
With backpack in hand she squeezed past the crowds seeking a place of solitude, a quite bookshop off the main road she frequented. Before reaching her destination she was stopped by two separate muggle families and asked for directions to various shops. Good naturedly she pointed then in the right direction. A pack of younger girls swarmed her at one point, despite the immediate urge to shoo the pests away, she entertained the 2nd years for a couple minutes before excusing herself, she couldn’t be rude to a fellow Ravenclaw, though at times the younger ones tried her patience mightily. As she got off the main road down a side alley, she was at last free to move about at a fast pace and in no time reached her destination, a small bookshop nestled between an exotic pet shop and a foreign foods café.
A faint ringing of a bell sounded as she entered the shop and found it to be busier than normal. Even the off the main road shops were seeing an influx of business with the start of the term approaching. Most the action seemed to be at the front of the store where two clerks were busy filling orders of students. Past them Savannah walked and disappeared down one of the aisles heading toward the back of the shop. Her destination was a dimly lit corner that held several comfortable chairs and a pair of desks. The noise from the front of the shop soon disappeared as Savannah threw herself down on the bluish chair and her feet were soon resting comfortably on the table, which she slid over a few inches to better suit her needs. The books in this section were foreign language books, something very few people ever seemed to want and thus this proved to be sanctuary for those who sought peace and quiet. After closing her eyes and relaxing for a few moments, she pulled out from her backpack a drawing tablet and a little pencil box. The dim light coming in from the dirty window provided her with enough light to draw. Hours upon hours she'd spend in this little corner or some other corner in the common room, or the library drawing, or writing stories, songs, and poems. All of which she'd only share with those closest to her. Minutes passes, perhaps hours even, yet to Savannah it made no difference as her dark lines soon softened and began to take the form of a horse. Once into one of her creative sessions, Savannah could ignore most talking and other nuisances. Today however, Savannah was brought out of her creative state as someone approached her little corner of solitude.
