Jan 18 2007, 01:55 AM
Emma was walking down Diagon Alley, her nose buried in a book. The book was on transfiguration and becomming an animagus, it was fascinating. Well... at least for her.
She had started humming a song by her favorite band, The Tall Goblinz.
So now she was reading, walking and humming.
Eventually she got hungry and took out an apple to eat.
She quickly learned that walking, readin, humming AND eating is not a good thing.
Well at least when...
She walked right into another person.
It could have been worst, she could have walked into a tree again, but alas, that story is for another time...
The apple went flying and hit a person in the head, instead of walking; she fell over, the book went flying and she sadly lost her page, and the humming stopped abruptly, did I mention that she'd have a bruise the lovely shade of purple tomorow morning?
Well, she will.
So, landing on her butt with a loud Oof! she began to realise that walking down a steet, reading, humming AND eating is not a very good thing.
Now, who did she bang into.
A complete stranger.
Smilling warmly, she got up and offered her hand to the girl on the floor; "Hi, I'm Emma, sorry about knocking you over."
Jan 18 2007, 02:29 AM
Vivi'amrita Victoria Vanessa Villanueva. Can you tell her parents like V names? Let's just say the birth certificate is longer than most, and all the school teachers had the hardest time writing the full name on her awards.
So, we'll just call for Vivi for short. It's a lot less hassle on the tounge. But anyway. Vivi had been here before, Diagon Alley. Both of her parents were wizards, and they used to take her here all the time when she was younger.
So it's glam died out quickly.
But now she was here, and it was her turn to do what she had to do, as they put it. Guess that meant this whole "collecting school supplies" thing. Boor-ing. She could be watching the neighborhood kids play football, or watching the photographs of the Quidditch matches from her scrapbook, but no, her parents insisted they go to Diagon Alley.
Spoiled her fun, I tell you. So she had trudged around Diagon Alley with a sour expression on her face, arms crossed, the whole package.
And to make matters worse, some girl had bumped into her, and knocked her over. THEN, and get this,
Was offering to help her back up!
...atleast she was being polite about knocking her over in the first place, and hitting her with the apple. Vivi looked apalled, shocked, as she rubbed the spot on her head where the apple made contact. "That hurt, you know!" She took the girl's hand though, since she didn't want to be too rude about this whole mess.