#frances1

“No, sweetie, you’re forgetting the part where I never asked.”

“Bletchley,” Amelia greeted with a single nod of her head, hair falling over her shoulders from the beach wind. “Congratulations on making debate’s president.”

Where: Ashwinder’s Egg

Who: @francesbletchley​

“Is it just me, or does the stuff in here get weirder and weirder?” Clem remarked to the witch, before turning and recognising her from school. She only came in to laugh at the rubbish they stocked. 

“That looks a helluva lot better than what I was going to order. What is it?”

It was not often that Helena ventured to Hogsmeade. The young woman lived in London and preferred it to many other locations. The bars, for example, were better there. But work had brought her to Hogsmeade as she’d needed to get a copy of a receipt from the scrivener’s before she could approve an expense report. When she was finished, she went into the Three Broomsticks, wanting to get something to eat and drink before heading home for the evening.

Helena sat at the bar and ordered a butterbeer as she perused the menu.