whatever makes you feel better[jules]

[Sabrina Troy]

A small petite blond walked out of Borgin and Burkes with an exceptionally curious smile on her face. The day was a rather nice one. The sun shined from over head like a sparkling daisy...or at least thats what the women had thought in her head. It was also clear and a perfect blue, and even though it was blazing hot there was still a soft cool breeze that made it more comfortable and enjoyable. She Looked into the shop window and waved at the clerk as she made her way back up the tarnished brick street until she was once again among the more friendly shops. The fact that Knockturn Alley still got any business amazed her and she had to admit to herself that sometimes you could stumble upon some pretty priceless finds that were not only beautiful and original. But had nothing to do with Dark Magic whats so ever.

A tightly wrapped purple package laid in her hands and as she walked heads turned to look and whisper. Maybe it was because of the way she was dressed. The fabric on her dress robes was light and breezy. They were white and tailored to be very short and fitted almost like a muggle dress. It was too hot to wear her pale gold traveling cloak so it hung over her shoulders, she wore platform white and bamboo wedges and her hair was pulled up into a tight messy bun. Sabrina giggled to herself as she made eye contact with the people looking at her. Her outfit was probably a factor but the fact that she not only had been a wild socialite in her day (wow ) and a retired Famous Quidditch player that now worked in the Ministry was most likely why she got the looks. Sometimes Sabrina hated going out in public. She had loved it when she was younger but that was then. Now she was getting tired of all the staring and rumors that still circled her pretty little head. In fact the only nonsense rumor that didn't make her angry was that she had did things to her face to stay looking fresh. This was obviously ridiculous but it did maker her feel good.

It might have been a little superficial to think that people were just jealous, but then again it was Sabrina they were talking about. She even walked with an air of self importance and charm that made people both irritated with her and fascinated. She made her way threw the crowd nodding now and then to people she was acquainted with and other Ministry workers. She was of f for the day and was relieved that she didn't have to deal with anymore mix up in her department. Someone had disorganized all of the game records. Not only were they out of place but they littered the office floor and desks. Apparently the new guy that was hired accidentally performed the spell that backfired and had sent the documents flying. He was obviously a little bad at magic but did have incredible knowledge of every wizarding sport there was. Plus he got work done efficiently, for a secretary that is.

Stopping to look in and out of the shops she decided that she would rather get a bite to eat and sit outside on a bench then go home to cook. She hadn't done any shopping for produce and leftovers were not in Sabrina's vocabulary. Walking into a small coffee shop, that usually went unnoticed to other shoppers who had just wanted things like a new broom, a jolt of relief went threw her body as she stomach when she found if familiarly empty. Saying hello to the worker behind the counter she ordered her juice (because she was trying to cut back on the caffeine) and small lunch to go with an extra tip. The little bell chimed above her as she walked out of the shop and scanned an area to sit. The only bench that seemed to be some what empty was on the other side of the cobblestone street and was occupied by someone who looked slightly familiar but otherwise nameless. Shurgging thinking one person couldn't hurt she moved her way and sat on the opposite side of the bench. Oddly Sabrina was in a rather good mood today, and in her opinion made the man next to her some what lucky.

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[julesd]

It was early in the morning and some rays of sun were penetrating the darkness inside his room through a gap on the curtain. The spot of light slowly grew bigger and soon enough, half of the room was illuminated. This increasing and blinding light hit his face like a warm blanket, immediately waking him up. He opened his eyes slowly and looked around the room. The white brick walls were as radiant as the sun but the few ornaments around the room made it look like some sort of prison. He sat up, pulling on a shirt and looking outside. The day couldn’t be any better, the sky was blue and cloudless, and a cool breeze made the weather perfect. “It’s a great day to be outside,” he thought. He loved being outside as it was tiring and depressing to be inside the ministry everyday. He showered, got dressed and went outside for a walk. He was wearing blue jeans and a white t-shirt, since he lived in a muggle neighborhood and didn’t want to draw too much attention.

He walked for a while and arrived at The Leaky Cauldron after a short period of time. He picked up The Daily Prophet and walked inside, knocking on the precise bricks with his wand. The threshold opened up, showing a narrow alley filled with little shops that sold everything a wizard needed. He marched through the archway and walked to a little coffee shop that was somehow hidden between two major stores. He walked inside and saw the typical costumers, people who weren't either rich or important enough to venture into the expensive and more refined cafés. He went to the bar and got his favorite drink accompanied by a croissant. Remembering that the weather was extremely pleasant, he grabbed his brunch and sat on a bench across from the coffee shop to read his newspaper.

It was now around eleven and he was halfway through his newspaper. He looked across the narrow street and saw that a petite blond woman was walking towards him. He put down his newspaper and smiled at her “Hello.” She sat down next to him holding a cup and what looked like a wrapped lunch. She was looking slightly content so he decided to talk to her. “Great coffee shop isn’t it? Nobody ever seems to notice it though.” he asked her trying to break the awkward silence that was slowly building up.