"C'mon girls!" Mum exclaimed briskly, and headed down the lengthy street.
Lily and I looked at each other, confused, while Petunia strode after mum.
Lily swears she was adopted. A REAL Evans would have stopped to think. I
shrugged to Lily and ran after mum, walking on the side Petunia was not.
"Mum, what's going on?" I said, as people walked past us, I even heard someone say something that sounded like "Queer Ditz." I shook that thought out of my brain, and focused on what needed to be. Mum suddenly stopped in front of a very pink shop that had white outline over everything. The doors, the windows, the walls, EVERYTHING. There was a sign hanging from it that read "Florean Fortesque's Ice Cream Parlor." In large, wavy letters. "Some Ice Cream?" Mum asked.
Now I knew mom WAS going mad. Ice cream, at seven o'clock in the morning?
"Sure!" Lily said, and walked into the shop. I shrugged to Petunia, who just stood there with that horsey look on her face. I followed Lily, and Petunia followed me.
A bell above the door of the shop clinked softly as we walked in. The interior of the building was completely white with pink lining. I thought the color scheme would drive me nuts, but then again, that's what I liked on my ice cream, anyway.
There were about 50 canisters of ice cream behind the glass like there were in regular ice cream shops, but the ice cream flavors weren't as regular. There were pleasant flavors like Raspberry Chocolate Chunk, Cheesecake, Banana Meringue, Peppermint Humbug, and something called Every Flavor Beans. Then there were the unpleasant ones, like Hairy Hag (EWW!), Troll Boogies, and Wart Watermelon. I steered clear of those.
We ordered our ice cream and sat at one of the covered tables outside.
"So," Mum started, "Where do I begin...?"
"Mum, what's going on?" I said, as people walked past us, I even heard someone say something that sounded like "Queer Ditz." I shook that thought out of my brain, and focused on what needed to be. Mum suddenly stopped in front of a very pink shop that had white outline over everything. The doors, the windows, the walls, EVERYTHING. There was a sign hanging from it that read "Florean Fortesque's Ice Cream Parlor." In large, wavy letters. "Some Ice Cream?" Mum asked.
Now I knew mom WAS going mad. Ice cream, at seven o'clock in the morning?
"Sure!" Lily said, and walked into the shop. I shrugged to Petunia, who just stood there with that horsey look on her face. I followed Lily, and Petunia followed me.
A bell above the door of the shop clinked softly as we walked in. The interior of the building was completely white with pink lining. I thought the color scheme would drive me nuts, but then again, that's what I liked on my ice cream, anyway.
There were about 50 canisters of ice cream behind the glass like there were in regular ice cream shops, but the ice cream flavors weren't as regular. There were pleasant flavors like Raspberry Chocolate Chunk, Cheesecake, Banana Meringue, Peppermint Humbug, and something called Every Flavor Beans. Then there were the unpleasant ones, like Hairy Hag (EWW!), Troll Boogies, and Wart Watermelon. I steered clear of those.
We ordered our ice cream and sat at one of the covered tables outside.
"So," Mum started, "Where do I begin...?"