Open: Susan on Diagon Alley
Susan made her way down Diagon alley with her godson, Robbie in tow. The 8-year-old was running ahead of her and she had to yell at him several times to get him to wait up.
"Robbie, please don't run," she said when he stopped to wait for her. "I don't want to have to hunt you down this afternoon. Besides, I don't have time. Now, I have to go to the bank and stop by and see Lavender about some new robes for work. Don't wander off. I haven't forgotten that you want to stop in and see Fred and George, but we'll have to do that last."
Robbie pouted for a bit, but didn't dare make a reply about having to stay with his aunt all day.
"I know you'd rather be with your friends, but you do need some clothes too," she said, grabbing his hand and swinging it between them. "It's hard for me, you know with it just being us..."
"I know," Robbie replied quietly, squeezing her hand as the crossed the street to Gringotts.
"Robbie, please don't run," she said when he stopped to wait for her. "I don't want to have to hunt you down this afternoon. Besides, I don't have time. Now, I have to go to the bank and stop by and see Lavender about some new robes for work. Don't wander off. I haven't forgotten that you want to stop in and see Fred and George, but we'll have to do that last."
Robbie pouted for a bit, but didn't dare make a reply about having to stay with his aunt all day.
"I know you'd rather be with your friends, but you do need some clothes too," she said, grabbing his hand and swinging it between them. "It's hard for me, you know with it just being us..."
"I know," Robbie replied quietly, squeezing her hand as the crossed the street to Gringotts.