Uptown Girl, She's Been Living In Her Uptown World

[mireille weasley]

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Wandering the aisles of The Apothecary, Mireille looked at the various items on the shelves without really looking at any of them. Her basket, tucked in the bend of one arm, was relatively empty save a few things she had deemed 'necessary'. Truth be told, she was having more than a little trouble focusing on which kind of bread to buy. Namely since no matter which one she picked, it wouldn't erase the nervous edge she felt in her stomach.

When she had made the decision to leave for Egypt, she hadn't taken much time to keep in touch with her family. It hadn't seemed possible to keep in touch with everyone and rather than play favorite, Mireille had found it easier to cut herself off altogether. There was a tiny part of her that could admit she was embarassed at losing her job, but for the most part she had even herself convinced that the former was the reason she'd lost contact. She'd rather be selfish than a failure anyday.

But the fact remained that she had returned home, and she would eventually run into one of her hundreds of relatives and they would begin asking questions ... she wasn't sure she had all the answers. She'd changed a lot in the past few years, and she wasn't sure how everyone would react.

But at the moment she could just pretend she was very carb-conscious and worrying over which bread to pick ... the potato she adored, or the healthy, vitamin-stocked wheat? Or perhaps the white? Which one would erase insecurity? Hmmmm....

[james potter]

when did we think this would be easy?
we must have been out of our minds.
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James was on a mission, a mission to do groceries. Some people detested doing groceries - it was a lot of money and you didn't get much show for it. James was an exception to that statement - he absolutely loved doing groceries. He loved doing anything that involved food, really. He was a man, after all, and men were known to think with their stomachs. James himself couldn't function unless he had eaten at least once before he needed to do his thinking. The twenty four year old would be absolutely useless in any situation that including a deprivation from food. And James wasn't going to let that happen today.

Armed with a pocket full of money and a list, James pulled open the door to the apothecary, breathing in the smell of food deeply. He loved food. Running his hands through his short hair, the boy pulled the list out of his pocket. Tea - herbal & normal; sausage; bread - loafed & croissants; eggs - large, brown; coffee - decaffeinated; and soup stock - chicken & beef. A simple list filled with the things he used almost daily, therefore he ran out of them the quickest. Smiling, the young Potter set off through the aisles, gathering his needed items and placing them in the basket he had in his hand.

The last thing he moved to get was the bread. Mm, bread. The boy entered the aisle, considering all the different types of bread. Why on earth did there have to be so many different kinds? There was just too much to choose from. Sighing, he wandered up and down the aisle, looking for the cheese croissants and white bread. A dozen cheese croissants were unceremoniously dropped into the basket. The white bread was more of a problem - there were many more decisions to be made about the loaves of bread. He stood, looking over someone's head at the piles of loaves, chewing down on his lip. Should he get one loaf or two? If he got two, the bread might go stale before he finished it. If he got one, he'd need to make another trip to the apothecary sooner.

"'Scuse me, Miri," The boy muttered, reaching around her to pluck a loaf of white bread off the shelf and place it in his basket. One loaf would do, that way he wouldn't have to worry about wasting money on stale bread. And then he backtracked, scratching the back of his head. Looking down on the redheaded girl, he looked confused for a moment. The last thing he'd heard about his cousin Mirielle was that she was going to work as a curse breaker, abroad. And that had been years ago. James hadn't seen her since, so what was she doing... not abroad?

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[mireille weasley]

Standing there musing over the problems of life and their connection with bread, Mireille had completely forgotten she was standing in the middle of the apothecary. Hearing someone say her name, she jumped visibly and whirled around to see her cousin James standing behind her. She found herself unable to do anything but stare for a few moments, completely taken aback by finding herself standing with one of the family members she had been worrying over.

"James!" As if she had only just found her voice, the sound of his name came out higher than it normally would have. Blinking for a few moments, she laughed slightly. "I'm sorry, I'm just so surprised to see you! How are you?" She asked, not really sure what else to say.

[amelia weasley]

it's that time again ;; just try and enjoy it

It was the time of day when, in it's prime, Hogsmeade would have been packed with people busy and excited. Instead, it was eerie. Quiet. Amelia had decided that it's current state wasn't going to get any better and therefore ventured in to do some much needed shopping. She only really needed to get some groceries, but didn't want to admit this to herself as she would much rather have brought a nice new robe than spend her money on food. It was just the way she rolled. But food was needed to live and the lovely blue dress she wanted wasn't. Walking towards the apothecary, she smiled. It was a place she used to love visiting when she first moved from Romania, but now it just seemed like a chore. Still, at least she could get some chocolate!

As she walked through the doors, she felt immediately better than she had on the street. As though childhood memories warmed her like a fire, her eyes darted towards the sugary sweets on the counter. Mmmm. But her somewhat grown-up side to her personality told her she couldn't live on teeth rotting food, and made her way over to the bread. She had somewhat of a weakness for sandwiches. They were the perfect thing to eat. Simple to make, yet nice and refreshing.

As the nice white loaves caught her eye, so did a couple of the people vacating the aisle. "James!" she grinned, walking alittle bit faster to join him, "what a pleasant surprise. I thought I was the only one stupid enough to come food shopping. Oh and hi-"
She had to double take when looking at the person stood with James. It had been so long, she had almost forgotten what she looked like. "Mireille!", she smiled, "when did you get back?" She was pleased to see her cousin, besides, anyone who was on the side of the resistance was a pleasure to see!

[mireille weasley]

Mireille started as Amelia walked into view. Frozen, she gaped a moment as she scrambled for a thought. To say she hadn't seen anyone in a while was an understatement, but everyone looked so different. Amelia looked older, so much more sophisticated than she remembered her to be. Of course, she was older and more sophisticated but that wasn't the point.

"Amelia, it's been ages!" Mireille said throwing her arms around her cousin. She gripped her shoulders as the embrace ended and took a long look at her cousin. Why, she'd been just sixteen last she saw her, still in school at Hogwarts. She could feel the guilt and tears welling in her throat as she realized how much she'd missed, but quickly masked it. "My God ... you look wonderful!" She marveled. "I only just came back, beginning of this week actually."