who: @chasingharpy where: Diagon Alley
Diagon Alley was partially a home, partially a territory that felt so beyond unfamiliar and yet every now and then she found herself drawn to the alley basked in light rather than the one she called her true home, cast in the shadows of Knockturn Alley. Her eyes went scanning, shop window after window, carts in front of the stores and soon enough she was carrying a few bags with the most necessary supplies. Every now and then she simply had to replenish her potions ingredients or get a new book. What would the world be without the wonderment of new stories; or something far more sinister. The witch let out a chuckle at the thought before she turned around a corner, stopping for a moment when she noticed a familiar figure in the distance.
Could it be? Emmeline found herself smiling at the idea, hoping it truly was the one she thought it to be. “Rolanda?” Flying instructor at Hogwarts, Rolanda Hooch. Back when she’d still attended the school Emmeline had found herself admiring the other, her skill and dedication to the sport ever so clear. Even now she still felt the same respect, never having seen a reason to give up on. In fact, Hooch had been the one to encourage fair play in ways that even someone like her could understand. She’d gone along with it almost naturally and trained all the harder for it. Even now she felt indebted to the other for the advise given. “I’m surprised to find you outside a store that isn’t a quidditch or broom supply shop.” Emmeline’s eyebrow shot up, challenging the other in a friendly manner. “How’ve you been?”
