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Post by dizaeria a. nott on Dec 4, 2009 14:46:00 GMT -6
Just like every other morning during her vacation, Dizaeria Nott woke very late in the morning. She hurried to prepare herself for the day, throwing on whatever clothes she could find, and managing to tame her hair to be pin-straight. In all truth, she had gotten her mother to do that, but it didn’t matter to Dizaeria as long as it was done and she could leave. She enjoyed staying home and just lazing around, but she was getting claustrophobic being coped up in the manor all day. She went down into the smaller diningroom, to inform her mother that she’d be going after eating breakfast “Good morning Mother,” she said as she kissed her mother’s pale cheek, and took the rest of the paper that her mother wasn’t reading. It was out of respect, and habit, that Dizzy kissed her mother’s cheek in greeting every time she did. She sat down on the chair that had the plate full over morning goodies before it, and began to eat her breakfast, not really reading the words on the pages in her left hand, but thinking that most of the similarities between her and her mother were physical. She had her mother’s body, and wavy hair, and that was the extent of it. She, plain and simply, was a Daddy’s girl. “School shopping,” Dizzy said simply. “In Diagon Alley, I have a few things left to purchase,” she replied and continued eating and glancing over her pages, ignoring most of her mother’s babbled about what she was reading herself. She finished quickly, bid good bye to her mother and told her she’d be home for dinner, before flooing herself to Diagon Alley. She smiled as she stepped into the street and a few people waved when they saw her. She waved back and continued on her way. People recognized her everywhere she went, and she was indeed proud of the fact. Though her family wasn’t known for being the best, they were known, and many people still held them in high regard. She got a cone from the new ice cream shop next to Ollivander’s before making her way to Flourish & Blotts. Truly, she didn’t have anything else to buy, her father had ordered everything and had it ready for when she’d leave in, she tried to remember the date that the Prophet said, fourteen days. She checked a stray page on the ground and confirmed that it was indeed the 17th day of August. She pushed the door open to F & B with a flourish, and began to thumb through the giant expanse of books. She loved it here, it was so peaceful and quiet and no one disturbed you, but the small nods showed that others acknowledged your existence. She sighed deeply and ran her fingers along the spines of an aisle, thinking about how the new term would go. Status > Done Tags > Open Word Count > 490 Outfit > CLICKETH!Muse > Sink Into Me - Taking Back Sunday Notes > . . .
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