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Date/Time: July 20, 12:54pm
Location: park bench, near the leaky cauldron
Open To: Nicky!
Currently Involving: Toria
Warnings: HAHAHAHAH. Nah.
After a quite pleasant lunch with her big brother, Victoria Grey was camped out on a park bench, just a few blocks away from The Leaky Cauldron. Noel had work things to do in Diagon and it was such a nice day out (alright, it was hot, but she thought it felt nice) that she'd decided to just wait in the park and do a little reading.
Savannah had brought her a lovely book from Paris, so that's what she was reading right now. It was in French and everything! Toria's French wasn't perfect, but she was managing alright and really enjoying the challenge of reading a language other than English. Some people would probably laugh at that, but Toria really did love things like that.
Which probably explained just why she was a Ravenclaw.
She was composing a letter to Anne in her head as she wrote, too. She'd met the girl towards the end of the year and taken to owling her over the summer. She wondered idly if Anne knew French and made a mental note to ask. Perhaps she'd let her borrow this book in the fall if she did.
Location: park bench, near the leaky cauldron
Open To: Nicky!
Currently Involving: Toria
Warnings: HAHAHAHAH. Nah.
After a quite pleasant lunch with her big brother, Victoria Grey was camped out on a park bench, just a few blocks away from The Leaky Cauldron. Noel had work things to do in Diagon and it was such a nice day out (alright, it was hot, but she thought it felt nice) that she'd decided to just wait in the park and do a little reading.
Savannah had brought her a lovely book from Paris, so that's what she was reading right now. It was in French and everything! Toria's French wasn't perfect, but she was managing alright and really enjoying the challenge of reading a language other than English. Some people would probably laugh at that, but Toria really did love things like that.
Which probably explained just why she was a Ravenclaw.
She was composing a letter to Anne in her head as she wrote, too. She'd met the girl towards the end of the year and taken to owling her over the summer. She wondered idly if Anne knew French and made a mental note to ask. Perhaps she'd let her borrow this book in the fall if she did.