Claire had been at work since five in the morning, and it was a Friday night. She had stumbled home to find a note from Elsie, saying she was gone off to another pureblood function. It only took her a few minutes to make a horrible, horrible discovery - there was absolutely no junk food left in their apartment. She had tried to high road. For about ten minutes, she had convinced herself that she did not need junk food, that she could just... relax, pour some wine, watch some cheesy movies. Everything would be okay.
But it was Friday night, and Elsie was supposed to be with her so they could complain about how stupid and horrible everyone was, and they would feel justified when they ate their chocolate, and their fondue, and their brownies, crying as attractive actors swept away attractive actresses in the movies Hollywood wrote to alter the romantic expectations of the genal public. She did not have Elsie tonight - she could not lose her sweets.
Within minutes, she had apparated to Diagon and was strolling into the sweet's shop. She stopped short, however, when she saw a familiar face. She knew Sarah from work. They had even eaen lunch together once or twice. They were what some people might call casual acquaintances. Which meant Claire could not leave here with four bags of sweets. She kept her vices secret, and hidden, even from casual acquaintances.
Hating herself, she angled away from the sweets and approached Sarah. "Hello, Sarah. Fancy seeing you here."
by Sarah Cain Tue Jul 08, 2014 11:46 pm
