Hmmm....I've had quite an interesting afternoon. I'll tell you all about
it!
I walked into Starbucks as I usually do, ordered m Caramel Apple Cider, and a blueberry muffin. Then I proceeded to the nearest corner with "Potions: A History of Why and When". I was there for about a good hour before I noticed it. The smell. As a potions apprentice, I can detect certain things. And one of those things...is my innate sense of smell. I could smell asphodel, ginger and celandine. When I looked up I saw the most amazing man. He was tall and foreboding. His eyes seemed to look everywhere and when they met mine, I could feel a shiver run down my back. He was wearing muggle clothing.... but he was definitely not a muggle. His long black hair looked silky, though others may call it oily. He seemed to command the lady behind the counter to get him a cup of coffee with an English accent. His voice was like velvet and silk: just a cold caress. Then he took a seat near me, something that was quite unnerving. I tried very hard to pay attention to my book, but I was finding it quite difficult. I didn't know what to do with myself. I finally got up the nerve, and looked over at him, to find him staring straight into my eyes. I looked down and blushed. I didn't know what to do! Gods! Why me? So I finally left. I gathered my things, and looked up and found he was still staring at me. But then I noticed, it wasn't me he was looking at, but the book in my hands. He looked at it, then quirked an eyebrow at me. I smiled, a goofy grin I'm sure, and practically ran out of there. Wow, how graceful Adriana. I'm sure he'll never forget how beautiful you looked as you practically tripped over yourself trying to get out of the coffee shop.
When I returned to Acadia, I told Professor Emery that I spotted a wizard with an English accent at the coffee shop. He looked at me quizzically, and asked it I was sure. When I nodded, he left the room. So, here I am, chopping up more peppermint to steam-distill a bit more before the week starts. I wonder who he is. I've never seen him at any of the wizarding events here in America. He's definitely British...so maybe he's new in the area. But my father would have owled me...my father woks for the ministry here in the America...and all wizards who come from another country have to check in with his department...sort of like immigration of some sort. Well, no use daydreaming. Back to work.
Adriana
A/N: Whoo would it be?!?! Tehe! I'm updating this also on my ujoural under the username darklace. ^_^
I walked into Starbucks as I usually do, ordered m Caramel Apple Cider, and a blueberry muffin. Then I proceeded to the nearest corner with "Potions: A History of Why and When". I was there for about a good hour before I noticed it. The smell. As a potions apprentice, I can detect certain things. And one of those things...is my innate sense of smell. I could smell asphodel, ginger and celandine. When I looked up I saw the most amazing man. He was tall and foreboding. His eyes seemed to look everywhere and when they met mine, I could feel a shiver run down my back. He was wearing muggle clothing.... but he was definitely not a muggle. His long black hair looked silky, though others may call it oily. He seemed to command the lady behind the counter to get him a cup of coffee with an English accent. His voice was like velvet and silk: just a cold caress. Then he took a seat near me, something that was quite unnerving. I tried very hard to pay attention to my book, but I was finding it quite difficult. I didn't know what to do with myself. I finally got up the nerve, and looked over at him, to find him staring straight into my eyes. I looked down and blushed. I didn't know what to do! Gods! Why me? So I finally left. I gathered my things, and looked up and found he was still staring at me. But then I noticed, it wasn't me he was looking at, but the book in my hands. He looked at it, then quirked an eyebrow at me. I smiled, a goofy grin I'm sure, and practically ran out of there. Wow, how graceful Adriana. I'm sure he'll never forget how beautiful you looked as you practically tripped over yourself trying to get out of the coffee shop.
When I returned to Acadia, I told Professor Emery that I spotted a wizard with an English accent at the coffee shop. He looked at me quizzically, and asked it I was sure. When I nodded, he left the room. So, here I am, chopping up more peppermint to steam-distill a bit more before the week starts. I wonder who he is. I've never seen him at any of the wizarding events here in America. He's definitely British...so maybe he's new in the area. But my father would have owled me...my father woks for the ministry here in the America...and all wizards who come from another country have to check in with his department...sort of like immigration of some sort. Well, no use daydreaming. Back to work.
Adriana
A/N: Whoo would it be?!?! Tehe! I'm updating this also on my ujoural under the username darklace. ^_^