#emmeline 1

It was the morning after the bakery’s busiest day of the year. Dawn and her mum had baked countless Hot Cross Buns, and sold them to almost every old lady and family South Shields had. Today would be no different, which was why she was there so early, ready to get in and out. Until she ran straight into someone. “Oh! Sorry.”

“Oh, that tea is...peculiar.”

“That green shot looks a bit too much like a draught I was warned off in Potions.”

The wind coming off the ocean was freezing, Dawn’s cheeks coloured a deep red thanks to a combination of it and the run she was on. For most, running in the coldness of winter, with the seaside breeze, would be absolute hell. In fact, running in general. But Dawn had always loved it. In fact, she was loving it more these days. It had become her own sort of escape, her moment of clarity where she could focus only on the solid pavement beneath her feet. 

She was interrupted though, when she saw a purse fall out of a girls bag ahead of her. “Hey!” She stopped to pick it up. “You dropped this!”