black ink | helen and grace
It seemed rather silly-- spending her Hogsmeade day walking past the small tattoo shop nearly four times. Every time she walked in front of it she managed to convince herself she shouldn’t get one, but every time she walked away from it, she wanted nothing more than the change. As Helen stared intently through the shop’s window, she convinced herself otherwise again and turned from it. A butterbeer, Helen decided, would be an excellent distraction to mull over her struggle.
Walking into the Three Broomsticks, Helen ordered her drink at the bar. She pulled the some change from her coin bag. She’d sold one of her mother’s rings for the possible tattoo funds. Again, another reason not to-- it was an extravagance that she couldn’t afford.
Helen swallowed and looked around for a place to sit in the crowded pub as she waited. To her surprise, she found an empty bar sit beside Grace Raleigh. Since their last encounter, Helen had passively avoided any chance meetings with her. But that was before the trial.
Once her drink was passed to her, Helen moved to sit beside her. “This seat isn’t taken, is it?” She asked Grace.
