For Loki'sLittleEnchantress, who motivated me to write this.
Find something pretty, had been what a harried-looking Mr. Weasley had asked of her, Something that'll go well with the new taflet thing I found.
Wondering what in the world a 'taflet' was, Natasha Brenen had shrugged and acquiesced, dutifully leaving work to go and look for 'something pretty' to go with her employer's anniversary gift.
Which was how she'd ended up in the sweet shop, gazing at various taffies, chocolates, and fudges. As she didn't really indulge much in 'pretty' things, edibles would be the way to go. While it all looked scrumptious, she realized that she really didn't know Mrs. Weasley's palate, and that Mr. Weasley would expect her back soon to file the paperwork on another case.
Shrugging yet again, (How many times had she done that today?) and picking up two boxes of signature Honeydukes milk chocolate and macadamia nut truffles, (One for herself) she made her way to the register to pay for the purchase, rummaging through her coat pockets for her Personal Assistant Gringotts Card, hoping that she hadn't forgotten it yet again.
Which, ultimately, resulted in a collision.
The chocolates and card went flying, as the person turning the corner of a display rammed straight into a distracted Natasha. Gasping in surprise as she hit the floor, the girl sat, dazed, before realizing that there was someone that she'd knocked down.
"I'm so sorry!" She burst out, cheeks running red from embarrassment as the young man across from her simply stared, looking utterly confused as to why he was on the floor.
The expression began burgeoning on anger, and Natasha recoiled, offering to pay for whatever he'd been getting.
The young man couldn't have been more than a couple of years older than Natasha's twenty-five, and he bore a very regal, very aristocratic look in his elegant features: long, lithe limbs, tall, with white-blonde hair and guarded grey eyes.
The man stared back at her, wondering why he wasn't yelling right now, why he wasn't up and demanding to know her name so some form of punishment could be rendered. The girl was obviously of the shy sort, if the way that she was curling in on herself and trying to make amends were anything to tell by.
He usually hated the snivelling of these types of people, too eager to please, too submissive, no personal thoughts of their own.
But there was something about her, the girl with the pale skin, almost as light as his own, dark auburn hair, her body light and willowy, with just the right amount of curves, and her eyes...vivid, electric blue, shot through with green flecks, framed by dark eyelashes. She wasn't the usual scum, anything but. He just didn't know why, what made her so different.
"Sir?"
But Draco was already sweeping out of the shop, fleeing those thought-reading eyes.
Hope you enjoyed it, I know its a short chapter, but the next one's coming up quick! If you liked it, please drop me a review.
Brenda.