The night time is almost ours..

Unlike most days in England, the past week had been a rather pleasant one when it came to the weather. It was warm enough to not wear a jacket and she´d even considered wearing shorts but she had decided against that and in the end she was happy with that. It wasn't warm enough anymore now that it was getting a bit later, for not covering her entire legs with a pair of nicely fit jeans while she was eating her ice cream. Because yes, she had gotten herself some ice cream from Florean's. Her absolute favourite flavour; chocolate. She hadn't gotten a cone because walking around with your tongue sticking out constantly wasn't exactly the most charming thing. So now she was scooping up the ice cream with one of those little plastic spoon thingies as she looked inside the shops to see if she saw anything interesting or maybe even someone she knew.

Until now, no such luck though. She'd passed the Quidditch shop and stared at the newest models of the brooms. She herself had a rather old one but it was still pretty good and fast enough for her. Not that she didn't want a new one, her parents just didn't believe in buying a new one if the old one wasn't broken yet and since it wasn't, she had to just use her old broom until she would smash into something and kill the broom. Maybe she could do that on purpose. Nah. If she did it on purpose they'd surely know and she would feel guilty about it constantly. Maybe it was time to finally get her own job over the summer then? Surely if she earned her own money they wouldn't mind if she bought her own newest model broom.

Suddenly she was stopped in her walking by, well, by someone, really. She wasn't sure if that person had suddenly stopped walking or if she was just not paying enough attention. It didn't matter anyway because it didn't change the fact that her ice cream was now no longer in the small cup that she had, but right on her top. Why had she decided to wear white again this morning? "Oh I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to bump into you!" she started apologising as she looked down at her top. "Ugh this is going to be ruined forever." she complained, but didn't look up just yet.

Another morning of trouble had passed for Foster. Rolling out of bed, getting dressed, running out of the house before his mother could say anything to him, it was all hard work. And now he was bored, especially since neither Judd or Ellie were with him right now. Diagon Alley seemed like such a lonely place, no matter how crowded it was, when he was all alone. At least he had something that made him happy right now. Ice cream and that small old jokebook he always carried around. Now he felt right at home, even being all alone.

To bad that didn't last long. He'd been standing in front of one of the shops in Diagon Alley, looking in, wondering if it was worth his time to go in and buy something. But the only shop there that even interested him in the slightest was Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. That place was his life, and he sure did enjoy his time there, mostly when he was there with his best friends. But it just seemed like today wasn't his day, he couldn't find anything fun to do and now ... this happened.

Out of nowhere, he was suddenly bumped into and he immediately shrank away from the person who had collided with him. Call him antisocial as he could so often be. He heard a girl voice tell him she was sorry and he looked at her, staring at the place where her ice cream had landed on her. His eyes immediately went down and he felt himself blush a bit from where, and how, he had been looking at her. He bit the inside of his lip and forced himself to look at her again, but this time at her face. "Don't worry about it." he said softly. "It doesn't have to be ruined forever. Just use a little magic to clean it up." he told her.