Post by Hikalyn Sarello on Jul 11, 2005 10:20:41 GMT
It was a fairly usual occurence for Hikalyn to be found in London, now, rather than back at the little island where Magic Horizons was situated; but her experiences in London nowadays were generally confined to the Ministry of Magic. Between juggling her duties as Head Auror at the Ministry and Head Girl at the school, and still trying to do a decent job of both--though was rather beginning to think that she was botching the pair of them--it was rare for her to really have an afternoon for herself.
This afternoon, though, she had made the time. It wasn't just that she wanted the time off, or at least, not only that. There were a few loose ends that needed to be tied and knotted. Some things that just had to be done.
The raven-haired young woman ducked out of another shop, noted with some surprise that the sun was already dropping down below the horizon, and the abrasive sunlight was fast fading into the cool, purpling twilight. She couldn't say she minded the change, though. She had always appreciated the quiet serenity of the night.
With the way that the crowds had thinned considerably, it was much easier to thread her way through the streets towards her yet another store. She had one final stop to make.
The shopkeeper had been a little surprised when she'd first presented her request--apparently it was a little unconventional. He had been only all too eager to please, assuring her she could chose from any sort of ornamental pendant to mount a gem in, or even design one herself if she so chose. Hikalyn wasn't swayed, however. The chain would suffice; she preferred to keep things simple. The man gave over at last, though he didn't appear at all convinced.
By the time she emerged from the shop around twenty minutes later, full night had fallen, and the change it had wrought on the streets was remarkable, almost eerie. The streets had emptied out nearly in their entirety, and those that were still out and about moved at a leisurely pace, lacking the almost frantic energy that seemed to possess most people when the sun was still blazing against an azure sky.
Hikalyn slipped the silver chain, dangling a well-cut crystal, over her head and tucked the gem under her shirt. The shopkeeper had been right; it probably would have made quite a beautiful piece if it had been mounted into some artistic backing. But she wasn't wearing it for other people to look at and admire. She was wearing it for herself, given to her as a gift. And a reminder.
With all that done and behind her, she felt better than she had in weeks. She rather doubted it would last, but there was nothing preventing her from enjoying it while she could. Glancing at the sky again in an effort to gauge the time, for she had long ago lost the habit of wearing a watch, she decided it was late enough not to bother heading back for the school the night. She might as well spend it in her room here in London.
That, however, didn't mean she was in any rush to get there. Instead she moved along the street, her pace unhurried, enjoying the feel of cool air on her face and amusing herself by studying the other passers-by.
This afternoon, though, she had made the time. It wasn't just that she wanted the time off, or at least, not only that. There were a few loose ends that needed to be tied and knotted. Some things that just had to be done.
The raven-haired young woman ducked out of another shop, noted with some surprise that the sun was already dropping down below the horizon, and the abrasive sunlight was fast fading into the cool, purpling twilight. She couldn't say she minded the change, though. She had always appreciated the quiet serenity of the night.
With the way that the crowds had thinned considerably, it was much easier to thread her way through the streets towards her yet another store. She had one final stop to make.
The shopkeeper had been a little surprised when she'd first presented her request--apparently it was a little unconventional. He had been only all too eager to please, assuring her she could chose from any sort of ornamental pendant to mount a gem in, or even design one herself if she so chose. Hikalyn wasn't swayed, however. The chain would suffice; she preferred to keep things simple. The man gave over at last, though he didn't appear at all convinced.
By the time she emerged from the shop around twenty minutes later, full night had fallen, and the change it had wrought on the streets was remarkable, almost eerie. The streets had emptied out nearly in their entirety, and those that were still out and about moved at a leisurely pace, lacking the almost frantic energy that seemed to possess most people when the sun was still blazing against an azure sky.
Hikalyn slipped the silver chain, dangling a well-cut crystal, over her head and tucked the gem under her shirt. The shopkeeper had been right; it probably would have made quite a beautiful piece if it had been mounted into some artistic backing. But she wasn't wearing it for other people to look at and admire. She was wearing it for herself, given to her as a gift. And a reminder.
With all that done and behind her, she felt better than she had in weeks. She rather doubted it would last, but there was nothing preventing her from enjoying it while she could. Glancing at the sky again in an effort to gauge the time, for she had long ago lost the habit of wearing a watch, she decided it was late enough not to bother heading back for the school the night. She might as well spend it in her room here in London.
That, however, didn't mean she was in any rush to get there. Instead she moved along the street, her pace unhurried, enjoying the feel of cool air on her face and amusing herself by studying the other passers-by.
