Set it on Fire

[Clea Everett-Price]

There was a sense of tense excitement in the air that morning as Clea prepared hurriedly for the day ahead. The sun had yet to rear its golden halo above the horizon, but to the east there was a telltale lightening that said dawn would be upon them before too long. The day before had been a long one: the majority of it being taken up by the train ride from London back into New Zealand. Clea had no doubt in her mind that something interesting would happen today. Even though her aunt and uncle scold her for about five hours or so. "You must never leave New Zealand again!" the voice of her aunt kept ringing into her ears. Of course that wasn't all true now? She could as long as it comes with a permission. On the other hand she decided to complete her breakfast and be sure she wouldn't be starving to death as the blonde decided to wander around New Zealand. Assuring her aunt that she'll roam just in New Zealand and nothing else.

The day was indeed beautiful and Clea was covered with her clothes to just keep her warm. It was winter after all, she could feel her breath turning into a fog each time she opens her mouth. Rubbing her hands together, the blonde decided it was a perfect day to visit the city during the afternoon. The fact that it will soon be night time seems to add up a twist, she wasn't scared of anything even the people who wants to kill her. Besides she was old enough to take care of herself, she crossed her arm and walked along the side walk. Window shopping as the street light began to lit up. The city was breath-taking during the night time, you could see different lights flashing and some shops that serves the best food. Then she stopped by a near shop and stared at it for a while. It was a bakery, just like she and her mother hand when her mother was still alive. Clea stood there as different memories of her time with her mother stated to flash back. Oh she miss her mom, the only true friend she ever had was now gone.

 

[Hilary Grace]

Hilary had been walking around the village that evening, her first evening walk since she had returned to New Zealand. She had really missed this for the years she had been in Canada, the beauty, the sea air floating over the whole island. Seeing that it was starting to become late, Hilary decided to go and see if the bakery had any "end of the days" that they would be willing to sell her. She got there just before they closed and the baker seemed very excited that the food would not be going to waste. For just a handful of Galleons, she walked out of the store with everything from a loaf of French bread to a bag of cookies that had been left out for much of the day. Weighed down by the baking she stumbled out of the store and into a woman she had not heard.

 

[Clea Everett-Price]

Clea stood there lost in her thoughts and the memories she had, it was the only thing she had left. the blonde wondered what her life would be, now that's she's living with her uncle. She adored her cousins and the same goes to her but she would always wander what career could she have. Perhaps being a writer, after all she loved to write and once took an creative writing class during her days at the muggle world. She then noticed a sound that was similar to what she heard before, a stranger was nearby her. Obviously, she wasn't noticeable as she was quite small and slim. Somehow she hated the way her body look, she was too thin than the average and how she wish to be quite normal.

The girl stood there staring at the bakery and decided to enter to buy some bread for her to take in. She slightly smiled and and ordered for some Fruit Cake, Clea decided to take it home to her aunt and cousins. They would appreciate the bread and hopefully soon she'll be baking back again to her feet.

 

[Hilary Grace]

Out of Character:

Did your character go home....? I am a little confused...

 

[Clea Everett-Price]

Out of Character:

Nope, she's now inside the shop paying for the bread.

 

[Hilary Grace]

After stumbling around the woman, Hilary took a seat on the bench outside the bakery. It was a little bit of a crisp evening but not too cold for sitting outside. Hilary removed a cookie from her bag and took a bite of it Not stale at all for the evening she thought to herself. Coming to the bakery had been a good idea. As she took another bite of her cookie she leaned back and breathed in the evening air and let out a sigh that may have been a little bit too loud.