Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2014 18:59:30 GMT -5
With the threat of summer soon coming to a close, it was expected that Diagon Alley was packed with people and creatures of all sorts. The bustling little community was alight with excitement, curiosity, and the overall daily activity of those trying to make a living off their wares. Wynter was among the students aiming to return to Hogwarts this year. Even as her own vacation was quickly drawing to a close, she was no less enthusiastic.
Like any other day she was brimming with energy, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she walked alongside her father. She was dwarfed by his tall stature, broad shoulders, and overall looming appearance. The man next to her was dressed in plain black robes, under which a suit and tie were visible, and over all appeared quite 'grim'. Wynn on the other hand wore a light blue, airy dress, a simple pair of sandals to keep her feet from treading on the ground barefoot, and had a small white hand bag, out of which an orange stuffed tentacle was sticking out of. Over all, the two gained a few strange looks from those around them, even contrasting in a place that was as 'unique' as Diagon Alley.
Throughout the morning Vincent had been helping her gather things she needed, and other things that weren't really 'necessary' but Wynter had ended up with them anyways. Wynter, infatuated by window shopping, didn't help their cause any. Though Vincent's vice was that he showed little to no emotions, Wynter still found herself never needing nor wanting anything for very long. Spoiled as she was, she had yet to even once ask for any of the things bought for her.
Wynter chatted casually with her father, mostly describing the events of the summer she spent away from home, either hanging out with Bryhildr, or with other relatives. As always the middle aged wizard didn't say more than a sentence or two in return, simply showing he was listening by subtle nods of his head, or a shrug when questioned. It was only when she pointed something out in one of the windows and posed a question for him that Vincent would speak up long enough for anyone to actually hear the tone of his raspy voice.
Most of their morning was spent this way, but a minute before noon Vincent took another look at his watch and, with a knowing sigh, Wynter was forced to wave him off. The petite witch briefly pondered what it was he did when he went on his undisclosed 'errands'. Her thoughts were cut short as she turned, only to smack into an elder witch carrying a crate filled with quills in her arms. Wynter quickly apologized before attempting to help pick up the items, turning to take an alleyway the moment she was done, hoping to get out of the overly crowded street filled with meandering witches and wizards. Once alone, she took a moment to look around before continuing down to see where this particular street would lead her.
