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Who: Susan Bones and Rabastan Lestrange
Where: Diagon Alley
When: 24 August, 2001 - Mid to late afternoon
Status: Complete
Susan finished with her lesson and smiled politely when Mrs Doncaster placed the galleons into her hand. She pocketed the money, making a mental note to put a portion of it in the box under her and Terry's bed. Since she couldn't open a gringotts account and certainly didn't have access to the Bones vault, the box under their bed was the best she could do to save her money for their future.
Waving goodbye, Susan checked her watch and guessed she had just enough time to slip into Diagon Alley and see if she could find some books for Terry and have a quick look at the robes. Just a peek.
Diagon Alley was like coming home, even for a short while. Susan wasn't comfortable in her disguise these days. It twisted her stomach in a funny way, but she put up with it and chalked these strange sensations up to being entirely too worried about what Terry was working on with Hermione. She knew it was going to be bad. The way he kept pacing and the way that the worried crease between his eyebrows didn't go away while he slept.
So Susan went looking for a book. Something to perhaps help him relax. Maybe even help.
But the problem with that is that Susan just didn't know what book would be helpful and after at least twenty minutes of searching, she left Flourish and Blotts with nothing. Making her way back to the Leaky Cauldron, Susan failed to notice that the roots of her hair were changing from red to brown.
Where: Diagon Alley
When: 24 August, 2001 - Mid to late afternoon
Status: Complete
Susan finished with her lesson and smiled politely when Mrs Doncaster placed the galleons into her hand. She pocketed the money, making a mental note to put a portion of it in the box under her and Terry's bed. Since she couldn't open a gringotts account and certainly didn't have access to the Bones vault, the box under their bed was the best she could do to save her money for their future.
Waving goodbye, Susan checked her watch and guessed she had just enough time to slip into Diagon Alley and see if she could find some books for Terry and have a quick look at the robes. Just a peek.
Diagon Alley was like coming home, even for a short while. Susan wasn't comfortable in her disguise these days. It twisted her stomach in a funny way, but she put up with it and chalked these strange sensations up to being entirely too worried about what Terry was working on with Hermione. She knew it was going to be bad. The way he kept pacing and the way that the worried crease between his eyebrows didn't go away while he slept.
So Susan went looking for a book. Something to perhaps help him relax. Maybe even help.
But the problem with that is that Susan just didn't know what book would be helpful and after at least twenty minutes of searching, she left Flourish and Blotts with nothing. Making her way back to the Leaky Cauldron, Susan failed to notice that the roots of her hair were changing from red to brown.