Open Won't make my mama proud

[Charlotte Astor Williams]

Lottie was just not feeling those robes her mum kept buying for her. She had of course worn them growing up in a wizarding family, but only on rare occasions. Her family had really let her wear whatever muggle or wizard clothing she preferred. And while the robes kind of reminded her of dresses, they weren't pretty or cute. They were very blah, and her mother had told her she was not allowed to alter them in any way.

Thankfully, they had taken a break from shopping to come to the park, and her mum was busy with Margot over by the swings while Lottie sat on a rock nearby, kicking at the dirt. She didn't want to worry about school or learning a bunch about magic. She just wanted to exist and play. The eleven-year-old picked up a stick and started drawing in the mud to her side.

 

[Harrison Irvine]

Harrison normally did not mind being dragged along to Brightstone when there was shopping to be done. He did, however, mind when it was just his mom, his sister and him while his two younger siblings got to stay at home with dad. Mom's idea had been that she wanted to get a headstart on some school shopping for both Summer and him but the reality had turned out to be far from it. When his sister was present it could never be just a quick trip. Instead, she had put on her prettiest smile and convinced their mom she really needed some new clothes. Which meant Harrison had been getting dragged from shop to shop until he had finally argued loud enough for them to do something he wanted to do. Not that he really cared, as long as it wasn't clothes shopping.

Their mom had eventually taken them to the park and while Summer stuck with her while she ran into some acquaintances Harrison couldn't get away from the both of them quick enough. He loved them, he just disliked being outnumbered when it came to arguing where they should go. Especially when he was so used to having his brother to back him up. He shoved his hands into his pockets and shuffled around near the swings for a minute before deciding he was bored enough to actually head over and talk to another kid. "You enjoy poking the mud?" He casually asked a girl sitting on a rock, stopping perhaps a little too near to where she was dragging a stick through the mud. It hardly seemed like fun, but it was still a better distraction than anything he had been doing so far.

 

[Charlotte Astor Williams]

Charlotte was about halfway through her abstract mud masterpiece when she looked up to a voice. "Poking? I'm not poking. I'm drawing," she said with a bit of an irritated tone. There was a clear rhyme and reason to her art, and obviously this boy wasn't imaginative enough to see that. "You can draw on that side if you're gonna," she said, not wanting him to mess up her art area.

 

[Harrison Irvine]

Harrison looked down at the mud from a different angle when the girl stated she was drawing, trying to figure out what she was going for. "Right, yeah, that's definitely a..." He trailed off, waiting for her to fill in the gaps. Deciding he had nothing better to do anyways he sat down a little bit away from where she was drawing in the mud. He poked his finger down into the mud twice and then dragged it along beneath those dots, creating a smiley face. "Done." He grinned back at the girl before wiping his hand on his shorts. Who needs a stick anyways?