Who: James Potter @jamspctter
Where: Diagon Alley
With her walkman on - a gift from her brother -, Sersh had been blasting The Beatles Yellow Submarine into her ears in an attempt to block out her own thoughts even if it was momentarily. Ever since that night, Sersh felt like she’d been left with more questions than answers. While Celia was too busy caring for the sick to answering her pressing questions, it felt like every rock she tried to turn over simply left her with nothing. It didn’t add up, not Benjy, not Booker. How could it? When the very thing that they had been advocating to protect was the very thing that hurt and killed? Blowing a frustrated puff of air from her cheeks, the witch clutched her notebook tighter to her chest clasped in her ink stained hands, trying to piece things together like it was a plot in a story, that was until she caught sight of the familiar raven haired male. “Oi-! Oi- Potter-!” The witch called as she wiggled her way through the crowds to get to the other. “Ye got a minute to talk? I was wonderin’ if I could ask ye some thing about Benjy?” The irish girl asked hopefully. Quickly adding: “It ain’t for the Quibbler- just ye know- he were a mate- so was Booker- Just tryin’ to make sense of it ye know?”