~Diagon Alley~
n. a place behind a brick wall in an abandoned alley way that serves amazing mint chip ice cream
Rose contemplated the double scoops of mint chip ice cream before her. Bobbing her head from side to side so as to choose the best angle to take the first bite from. Like a snake choosing the best moment to strike, Rose's eyes flickered as she observed her delicious scoops of frozen goodness.
Should she take the first bit of ice cream from the front, or the side, or maybe the other side? Should she take the first spoonful from the top scoop, the bottom scoop, or scrape across both scoops? Or should she eat the candied cherry first?
Merlin knows that the first bite will affect the whole experience of eating this frozen treat!
Thankfully the weather was cool and she would have lots of time to decide on the best angle of attack.
It was August already and Rose was having a dull time searching for school supplies. Fifth years only needed new textbooks and a few (rather odd) ingredients for Potions, and some wacky equipment. Being the overachiever that she was, she had finished shopping that morning and was treating herself to a delightful dessert.
Dad and Hugo were across the street at the broomstick store. The newest model was being displayed and Hugo looked like he was pain as he ogled at it. Or maybe that was someone else's reflection as all the people standing in front of the store with their faces pressed against the glass of the display case had similar expressions of longing. Wanting to be seen riding on that beauty no doubt.
Rose finally shrugged and took a spoonful from the front (the side of the ice cream scoops facing her) scraping down the two scoops and put the spoonful in her mouth. She savored the sharp tang from the mint and the bitter sweetness from the dark chocolate pieces embedded in the greenish-icy-goodness.
Her eyes flickered toward Hugo and Dad. No doubt he'd want to ogle from the inside the store too. Her lips curled up smugly as she watched Hugo pull Dad into the shop.
Then her eyes caught a golden glimmer and a silver flash in the crowd. Her eyes scanned the crowd.
She suddenly felt like hiding under the table when she saw who was walking down the cobble stone lane. The ominous feeling that was churning in her stomach made her want to pinch herself (an unhealthy obsession indeed).
She watched some more as he walked down the street all smooth grace and flying hair. She was jealous. Witches walking past gave second glances and wizards shot envious glares at him. He was sweetly oblivious to either stares and glares and simply walked down the sidewalk toward the broom store. She admired the way his hair shone even though it was caught back in a low ponytail. No one should have such awesome hair, it should be illegal and in some far away place it probably was (it's plausible).
Is this considering spying or observing? Hold on, I don't want to be stalking people. That's not right...
Scorpius Malfoy could have been a model walking down a runway. But instead he was a wizard walking down an alley/street/place.
Does a model always refer to a female? So should it be specified that a wizard as a model be considered a 'male model'? How interesting. I'm mutilating muggle terms on a perfectly cloudy day while spying on a boy. I guess I should go see a therapist. Would the term therapist change when helping a witch instead of a muggle? Hm….
His mere presence was wrecking havoc on her senses and her thoughts.
She mentally slapped herself.
Ouch…
He walked into the broom store and Rose was tempted to follow him inside and slap him for doing such a stupid thing. Impending doom much? Her father hated Malfoys. He had even advised her not to get too close to him and he hadn't even known Scorpius. She stood up and looked mournfully at her mint chip before walking across the street toward the stupid (cursed, damned, blasted) broom store.
Why do I have to go mediate everything? Ugh…
A/N: A request from sukanya. :)