August 14th, 1894 — Woodcroft Plaza Fountain, High Street, Hogsmeade
Scallion sat on the edge of the fountain, her hand dangling in the water next to her. Over the summer she'd been doing various odd jobs to bring in some extra money and now she was considering whether or not to buy herself an owl. If she was honest, she didn't really need an owl. She only really wrote letters to her mother regularly and she'd managed six whole years of school without an owl so it did seem a little frivolous. And, she supposed, she already had enough attention from other people's owls on occasion without adding one of her own to the mix. Then again it might be useful to have her own owl once she graduated and needed to find a job.
She started to swing her arm back and forth as she continued to mull things over. Maybe she would get an owl. In the long run it would save on paying for owls at the post office when one couldn't be scrounged off a neighor. Scal's hand suddenly hit the water with force and she surprised herself. Looking up, she realized she'd splashed someone. Uh, sorry! She realized then that she recognized her victim. Hey, I know you! At least by face, she couldn't think of a name but she'd definitely seen her face around the slums.
Outfit | Tag: Kenna Buchanan | Notes:
