Shopping's always a must...Right?;; Roula

[harrypotter]

With shoes clicking on cobbled stone pavement, Harry led himself and his youngest (and only) daughter down the famous alley that he had traveled down so many years ago on his first trip to Hogwarts. His green eyes scanned at the buildings around him, some still damaged and broken from the old war, and others brand new from the changing sands of time. The scene provided him with a twisted sense of hope, though not shown directly on his face. It was hidden, deep behind the heart that was just beginning to mend itself back into place.

Hope though, wasn't the only thing the present time provided. It also provided a change in scenery from being locked behind office walls like a rat in a cage, only brought out to make its way through a maze to its cheese. The problem with Harry's case though was, there was no cheese. His cheese had once been Bellatrix Lestrange, though after recent events it had shifted to Jack. Jack Lestrange, the bastard son of the late Dark Lord, whom had offered his grand allegiance to Harry's side, and He had accepted half-heartedly. Harry was sure he had damned whatever was left of his soul to Hell, though it felt quite different than what one would think.

After a few brief moments of silence, Harry and Roula stopped in the doorway of Quality Quidditch Supplies. It was time for him to step back into his fatherly role after all this time, and he offered to take Roula out to get a broom today, though even though she was beside him now, he didn't know if she really wanted to be there.

"Ready, dear?" He asked, looking down at the girl.

[auby]

>> OUTFIT <<

She hadn't seen her father in a couple of months. He didn't look any different. Maybe adults had this odd hormonal problem where they couldn't age. Roula however, was still at an age when she was still developing her hormones. Her hair had grown and she noticed that had grown a bit taller than the last time she had met up with her father. She was still thirteen and she was yet to develop more skills and knowledge about the world she lived in.

She bit the bottom of her lip as they entered Diagon Alley. She loved the place. The cobbled streets, the crowded corners - almost everything about the place. She once tried entering some odd place called Knockturn Alley once, but before she put one step inside, her father pulled her away by the arm. The place must have been too inappropriate or something. That day was a week-end. The outfit she was wearing was picked specifically to help illustrate to her father that she was still very innocent no matter what. She wore a key around her neck. It was given to her. It was said to open any lock she set her eyes upon. Around her tiny wrist, a bracelet hung. It had different pendants that illustrated very special events. They were magic and she always wore them wherever she went.

They finally stopped in front of the Quality Quidditch Supplies store. She stared into the glass. A broom sat in display. Her first broom. This was going to be rather interesting. She kept her hand firmly in grip with her father's. She wasn't to keen on coming but if it meant she would she see her father again, she'd go. Ready, dear? he asked her. She glanced back up at her father. She was terribly short compared to him. She softly smiled, nodding. "Yeah." she replied. But before her father could actually take action, she led the way this time, moving into the store. She glanced around, feeling ever so mesmerized by all the broomsticks. She was still a Quidditch Alternate, but that didn't mean she couldn't own her very own broomstick.

[harrypotter]

Looking down on his daughter now as she walked up beside him, Harry could see that his daughter had grown quite a bit in the past few months since he had last seen her. Her hair had grown a tremendous amount as well as her height, though she was still very small compared to him and his own rather lanky height. Its funny how parent's look on their kids differently than how kids did to their parents. For all Harry could know, Roula probably thought Harry hadn't changed a bit in that short amount of time, and for him just that tiny inch of growth made her seem like a giant in his world.

Truth was, Harry had changed, and a whole lot. He was finally setting his priorities in their rightful place. Family came first, no matter what. Next followed work, which he had always confused for family in the past. He was quite proud of himself, though something still felt off about the whole ordeal. No time for that though, he had to focus on his family right now, which intended to do so fully.

His thought's cleared as he heard the sweet voice of his daughter's voice clear the air, and then she was gone, taking the lead and walking into the store. Harry gave a slight chuckle and a smile, pushing past a few people with noted apologies and making his way to his daughter. Once he had caught up beside her, he place a fatherly hand on her shoulder. "Remember to be reasonable, dear." He said looking down and giving her a sly wink before walking off and looking at different items himself.

[auby]

>> OUTFIT <<

She smiled when her father told her to be reasonable. She nodded. She could be reasonable. She moved around, rushing from corner to corner, from shelf to shelf, staring at all the wonderful broomsticks on display. Ooh, this one's pretty cool, she thought. She then glanced at another one. No, this one's more faster. She looked at another one. No, this one's more new. She sighed, breathing out. She couldn't pick one. They were all just too great. What's this? She stared at one and poked it. She couldn't believe her eyes.

She finally moved down the last row of shelves. Her eyes saw something twinkling at the very end of the row. She stared. It was a oak broomstick, sitting upon a stand, shining against the sunlight. She blinked a few times. She moved toward it. It was perfect. She ran a finger down it. Oh. My. Merlin. But it cost too much. She couldn't. She never asked for much, but really, she couldn't ask her dad to pay that much for such a thing. She sighed, leaving the spot.

She then walked toward her father. She decided to tell him. She was going to tell him about what she had created to keep her alive. The ones around her wrist. She knew that now was a good time since she it was only him and her. She suddenly, held her father's hand, not caring about what he was browsing, and dragged him outside of the store. She then suddenly sat on deserted bench, in a deserted area. She pulled him down with her. "D-dad.." she began. "Now that your here, and so am I. I need to tell you something.. about a piece.. a piece of rare magic." she sighed. "A-And... I can speak to snakes. They find me... whisper things."