stop and stare ~ open

[phoenix]

Draco sighed, running a hand through his blonde hair. Diagon Alley hadn’t changed one bit since his Hogwarts days. His gray eyes scanned the crowd, watching his back and looking for any well familiar faces that he knew from school. People walked on by as if he were but a mere ghost.

Walking along the busy alley, there was no one he knew of around, not even an old enemy such as the mudblood or the weasel. He sighed again before turning into the store he was wanting. Quidditch supplies lined the shelves and even the owner’s old quidditch jersey hung on the wall. He had heard the owner of this store was a good player, too back she had given up before he could have a chance at playing against her. Oh well, he knew by now nothing he wished for ever came true. He often wished for his father to be a better person, yeah right, like that would ever happen. Another wish of his was for the dark lord to have been killed in the last war, too bad Potter wasn’t strong enough and the damn Gryffindor left everyone else to deal with the aftermath of the war and the rein of the dark lord.

A shiver ran down his spine, oh how he wished Potter had won that day, his family would have been free of the dark lord's pull, he would be able to live a normal life, well as normal as a person that had been forced to obtain the dark mark at a young age. Walking around the shelves, he stopped and picked up some broom handle polish. He needed more of that. Walking on further, he stopped again, looked at the contents on the shelf before walking towards the counter.

[morgan astrid gin]

It had taken some serious maneuvering, but Morgan had managed to get out of the castle. She was sure that she would be noticed as missing before she got back, but she wasn't that worried about it. There was something different about shopping by owl post as to shopping in person, and who would the headmistress tell, anyway? Her brother- her guardian- worked at the school, and while he wouldn't be thrilled she took such a risk, she didn't foresee any huge reprimand coming her way.

So Morgan made her way down the street, her hands in her coat pockets, her house scarf wrapped around her neck. Her cheeks were pink from the cold, and her hair was unbound, falling in long, dark waves down her back. She spotted the Quidditch Supply Shop and smiled, switching her bags from one hand to the other as she pulled the door open and stepped inside, the heat enveloping her as she came in from the elements.

She loitered around the periphery of the store for a moment, grabbing a pair of gloves. Her old ones had served her well, but they were starting to develop a hole that she would rather address than mend. She stepped around the counter, ending up next to a tall, blond man, and she barely glanced at him before pausing.

"Draco Malfoy, right?" She recognized him, how could she not? Being a pureblood herself, it was almost instinctual not to recognize another pureblood.

[phoenix]

Handing over the gallons and sickles he was about to turn and leave when he the doors of the shop open. A girl, she didnt look that old to be out of school, maybe she was skipping school. He couldnt remember the amount of times he wished he could have skipped the hell hole when he attended, thankfully he was out of that place now.

Why hadnt he left the shop yet? Though it wasnt like he had anything to do. He was curious as to how this girl got herself out of school and far away from it. He glanced at her for a few more seconds before she disappeared, he could tell by the way she held herself she was a slytherin. Before he knew it, there she was standing next to him. Picking up the polish that he was just about to leave on the counter, he heard her voice, asking if he were Draco.
"I dont do autographs," he replied to those that ask him that, expecting them to whip out a quill and parchment once they found out that he was indeed Draco Malfoy, seeker to the Falmouth Falcons. He looked down at her.
"Why aren't you at Hogwarts kid?" he asked.