A happy new year to this witch, who would be going into it far richer thanks to all the fools in Diagon Alley today, Effie thought begrudgingly, as she rummaged for her pursestrings. “Alright, fine,” she sighed, sounding more put-upon than she actually was – because if she was beholden to anyone, it was certainly them.
Admittedly, it was less the peer pressure of it, and more the idea of being in the same boat with them both when this foolishness went awry and landed them in hospital (or more likely went nowhere). “I suppose I could try to be bolder,” she said to the woman, deadpan for their sakes’. “More spontaneous.”
Just like that, she received her bonbon, and peered at it critically for a moment before raising it in a wary toast. Before she consumed it, though, she asked her more spontaneous friends – “Do you feel any different yet?”
Admittedly, it was less the peer pressure of it, and more the idea of being in the same boat with them both when this foolishness went awry and landed them in hospital (or more likely went nowhere). “I suppose I could try to be bolder,” she said to the woman, deadpan for their sakes’. “More spontaneous.”
Just like that, she received her bonbon, and peered at it critically for a moment before raising it in a wary toast. Before she consumed it, though, she asked her more spontaneous friends – “Do you feel any different yet?”
