September 23rd, 1891 — Hogsmeade Market
The first time Meri had visited Hogsmeade after coming home it'd felt a bit odd to be back. She couldn’t put her finger on why but it had almost felt like she didn’t have a place there anymore. Of course that was gone now. With Elsie in Bartonburg, she'd had plenty of excuses to make the trip for visits and now the village felt as familiar to her as it ever had.
She walked the open market at an easy pace, more there for diversion than anything. The open air was a welcome relief from the closeness of London and the pervasive smell of wand polish that filled Ollivander's. Even now, she could almost smell the scent of fresh wood shavings on the light breeze that danced around her. Briefly stopping at a table selling ribbons, a small voice in her head chided her for being about without a chaperone like all the other visitors of the ribbon table seemed to have. She soon shrugged the thought away; Did spinsters even needed a chaperone?
With a mind to find fresh seeds for her mother's greenhouse, she moved toward the agricultural area of the market where the tables were laden with seasonal fruits and vegetables. The flash of panic hit her before she even realized why - she'd spied a familiar form in the corner of her eye. She briefly wondered if she could pretend she had not seen him (technically she hadn't, maybe it wasn't even him!) but the risk of insult was too great. And she definitely didn’t want to insult him. It was just… it was him
After a moment to gather herself she turned to face him… and yes it was him... with a poorly suppressed smirk. "Professor?"
She walked the open market at an easy pace, more there for diversion than anything. The open air was a welcome relief from the closeness of London and the pervasive smell of wand polish that filled Ollivander's. Even now, she could almost smell the scent of fresh wood shavings on the light breeze that danced around her. Briefly stopping at a table selling ribbons, a small voice in her head chided her for being about without a chaperone like all the other visitors of the ribbon table seemed to have. She soon shrugged the thought away; Did spinsters even needed a chaperone?
With a mind to find fresh seeds for her mother's greenhouse, she moved toward the agricultural area of the market where the tables were laden with seasonal fruits and vegetables. The flash of panic hit her before she even realized why - she'd spied a familiar form in the corner of her eye. She briefly wondered if she could pretend she had not seen him (technically she hadn't, maybe it wasn't even him!) but the risk of insult was too great. And she definitely didn’t want to insult him. It was just… it was him
After a moment to gather herself she turned to face him… and yes it was him... with a poorly suppressed smirk. "Professor?"
Elliot Carmichael