A Walk in the Park

[Alaska Waterhouse]

The crisp air whipped at her cheeks, Alaska was walking along the path, finding a bench to sit on. The American's family had made a stop at the playground, Alaska's nine year old sister begged for a play before heading back; Alaska herself, didn't feel too keen. The blonde had been staying in New Zealand for about one week now, and everything still seemed so strange. There were so many people, and they were all wizards like herself. Reaching down to pluck a flower, Alaska thought about all the people she had met; although she tried to block the meeting at Flourish and Blotts; only because there were so many stupid people gathered together at one place. Alaska has always been a bit unsure of how to socialize with people her age, and having every type of personality all together was unimaginably overwhelming. Swinging her legs under the bench, the blonde looked over her shoulder to watch the children playing, curious about the people around her.