#chase 3

[surprisefuneral2]

[bettybraithwaite]

The quill's mightier than the wand || Chetty

Betty had always loved shopping, in a way that only somebody with nothing else to waste all their cash on can do. But there was one type of shop in particular that she always gravitated towards no matter where she was. In the Muggle world, she spent hours in stationary shops, admiring their ball-point pens, with more comfortable grip than quills and no need to keep refilling. She hoarded pencils, wonderful things that didn't require magic to erase, but only another type of stationary of which there was also variety, in shape and size and colour. She bought pads of thin Muggle parchment that already had the lines on. But, at the end of the day, she needed normal stationary too. Quills suitable for doing actual work. With the amount she wrote, as well, Betty truly owned more quills than anyone else she knew. Yet whenever she was in Diagon Alley she still found herself drawn towards Scribbulus Writing Implements and today was no exception.

She barely looked at the shop assistant as she walked in, immediately heading for the most fancy, but also pretty, quills, like somebody who knew the shop very well. She looked through the stock, frowning as she noted a lack of a particular quill that had certainly been there the last time she was in the shop. "Excuse me," she said, turning to the shop assistant, almost dismissively, "do you not have the..." it had taken mere seconds to note that the guy at the till was not the woman who had been working a few days earlier, but a lot longer to realise that she actually knew him. She went silent, staring at the boy she had been doing so well at avoiding when they were living in the same tower, but had somehow managed to bump into little over a week into the summer when they technically shouldn't have any reason to see each other at all.