Aurora Jameson scanned the area; Diagon Alley was almost deserted today. A couple of people were established on the side of the road, each of them wrapped in layers and layers of clothing; protecting themselves from the winter's devastating weather. A small smirk grew across Aurora's features; she had never been afraid to face the cold - if anything, winter was Miss Jameson's favorite season.
She sauntered gracefully, her black flats hitting the cobblestone floor with each delicate step. She flipped her curled locks over her shoulder, adjusting her black beret to her convenience. If there ever was a time that the young Jameson had not looked flawless , she would surely disappoint herself. Looks mattered; that's all there was to it.
She paused abruptly; spotting a small smudge on the thigh of her snug denim jeans. Aurora scoffed, flawless indeed ... She bent slightly, attempting to rid of the miniscule complication.
And then ... someone had collided right into her - sending Aurora sprawling to the ground; she landed on her rear with a small thump.