RP: On the Hunt
Date: 29 September 1998
Character(s): Angelina Johnson, anyone
Location: Diagon Alley
Status: Public
Summary: Angelina goes on the hunt for the perfect gift (or gifts) for Katie's birthday blowout tonight...and possibly a scoop of ice cream, too.
Angelina stood outside of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes with her hands planted firmly on her hips.
What in the world was she going to buy Katie for her birthday? Sure they were the best of mates, but that didn't mean Angelina knew anything about what Katie would really want. She wished someone else was around to ask.
She glanced up and down the street and began crossing off things she knew Katie wouldn't want. Angelina didn't think Katie would want a book or a new quill. She thought of something for Quidditch, but that was a gift better left to get when Katie was with her. After all, even Angelina knew that Quidditch supplies were deeply personal purchases. To each his own, she always thought.
Her eyes landed on the ice cream shop. Mmmmm, she thought. Then she forced herself to focus. First she needed a gift, then she could indulge. After all, she'd already run seven miles that morning. A little ice cream wouldn't throw her too far off her new health routine.
Character(s): Angelina Johnson, anyone
Location: Diagon Alley
Status: Public
Summary: Angelina goes on the hunt for the perfect gift (or gifts) for Katie's birthday blowout tonight...and possibly a scoop of ice cream, too.
Angelina stood outside of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes with her hands planted firmly on her hips.
What in the world was she going to buy Katie for her birthday? Sure they were the best of mates, but that didn't mean Angelina knew anything about what Katie would really want. She wished someone else was around to ask.
She glanced up and down the street and began crossing off things she knew Katie wouldn't want. Angelina didn't think Katie would want a book or a new quill. She thought of something for Quidditch, but that was a gift better left to get when Katie was with her. After all, even Angelina knew that Quidditch supplies were deeply personal purchases. To each his own, she always thought.
Her eyes landed on the ice cream shop. Mmmmm, she thought. Then she forced herself to focus. First she needed a gift, then she could indulge. After all, she'd already run seven miles that morning. A little ice cream wouldn't throw her too far off her new health routine.