The majority of the past few months had consisted of getting used to the entirety of Great Britain. The whole damned island, if a piece of land this large could be called such. Avery would have felt bad at the prospect of making this task her life’s mission given that Marigold came with her, but to her surprise, her daughter was rather enthusiastic at the idea of exploring new places. She’d delighted in walking around the Glen when Avery allowed her to tag along; London was almost too loud for the both of them; Hogsmeade, however, was a quaint little village and quite delightful with a large park where the four year old had already squealed at the idea of running around and playing in the grass.
Before that happened though, Avery was determined to find a place for a bite to eat. In wandering around a few shops she caught wind of a place called The Three Broomsticks; a darling name for what was supposed to be a good, reputable place where people could eat and even lay their feet to rest before being on their way. The trouble was, most of these people were….a bit hard to understand, and there was a spot behind Avery’s eyes that had begun to smart and it was only an hour into their exploring. She’d just been content to wander about until she could find the Godforsaken place when someone’s voice pulled her out of her mild frustration, grounding her in the middle of the crowd they had walked into.
Avery blinked, momentarily processing the question she’d been asked before giving herself a bit of a shake. “Ahh…I’m afraid you’ve asked the one person around that's new ‘round here.” She admitted, passing her gaze across the crowd of people before turning her attention back to the girl. “That’s actually what I was just searchin’ for myself.” She adjusted the grip of the hand that was holding Marigold’s and gave an apologetic smile. “I heard it was…somewhere down here, I think.” Avery gestured with her free hand to the general direction she'd been told to head in.
Before that happened though, Avery was determined to find a place for a bite to eat. In wandering around a few shops she caught wind of a place called The Three Broomsticks; a darling name for what was supposed to be a good, reputable place where people could eat and even lay their feet to rest before being on their way. The trouble was, most of these people were….a bit hard to understand, and there was a spot behind Avery’s eyes that had begun to smart and it was only an hour into their exploring. She’d just been content to wander about until she could find the Godforsaken place when someone’s voice pulled her out of her mild frustration, grounding her in the middle of the crowd they had walked into.
Avery blinked, momentarily processing the question she’d been asked before giving herself a bit of a shake. “Ahh…I’m afraid you’ve asked the one person around that's new ‘round here.” She admitted, passing her gaze across the crowd of people before turning her attention back to the girl. “That’s actually what I was just searchin’ for myself.” She adjusted the grip of the hand that was holding Marigold’s and gave an apologetic smile. “I heard it was…somewhere down here, I think.” Avery gestured with her free hand to the general direction she'd been told to head in.
