While the rest of the magical community was off planning their own funerals (or so she imagined was the sudden fog invasion), Holly was doing as she did most summers before she'd gone to Hogwarts: wandering the streets of magical London in search of any source of entertainment, her nanny in tow. They'd gone to the museum today after Holly had complained that they'd been to the library three times this week—something she wouldn't have complained about if she'd finished the books she'd checked out.
The museum was the perfect place for a child like her to wander off, yet this time it was mostly unintentional. She'd wandered across the room from her chaperon (who had been eerily enraptured by one of the art pieces, Holly thought) and made it found a mysterious plaque to waste her time discerning.
The voice of Madam Sykes was a distinct one at this point, and one that caused her to immediately whip her head around. A smile spread on her face, but it slipped the moment she realized her chaperon was no longer in place.
"Why should I know? She's supposed to be my keeper, not the other way around," she responded with a cheeky, Holly-esque grin. "I prefer your company to hers, anyways."
The museum was the perfect place for a child like her to wander off, yet this time it was mostly unintentional. She'd wandered across the room from her chaperon (who had been eerily enraptured by one of the art pieces, Holly thought) and made it found a mysterious plaque to waste her time discerning.
The voice of Madam Sykes was a distinct one at this point, and one that caused her to immediately whip her head around. A smile spread on her face, but it slipped the moment she realized her chaperon was no longer in place.
"Why should I know? She's supposed to be my keeper, not the other way around," she responded with a cheeky, Holly-esque grin. "I prefer your company to hers, anyways."
— set by MJ <3 —