Post by Ritsuka Mari Aoyagi on Sept 13, 2008 17:29:51 GMT
The skull-shaped porcelain mug warmed the cat-girl’s hands as she cupped it gently while staring out the window of the café. The smell of breakfast filled her nose as the clanging of silverware against plates rung out inside the little room. Everyone around her was so busy, rushing in not even having time to enjoy their food and then they’re back outside again trying to catch the next train to who-knows-where. Why couldn’t they just sit down with a nice cup of hot chocolate or coffee and enjoy the serenity for a couple seconds? Ritsuka’s world always slowed down to a near halt whenever she stepped into this place. Sure, the people around here are slightly distracting but she’ so out of it, she barely notices.
Outside, the rain fell gently from a clouded sky leaving the cobblestone of Knockturn Alley a darker shade of gray. Every once in a while a couple would walk by the café window, huddled underneath one umbrella trying to keep warm. The rain was an exception for Ritsuka to see couples together, closer than they should be. It intrigued her when she saw certain teens scowling from the rain while the elderly were smiling and enjoying each other’s company. Love like that can’t be found, it’s built. Ritsuka smiled, for the first time, at a couple. She was actually happy for them. To be old and in love must be something special. Thinking about that for a while, she scoffed and looked away from the outside. Not even realizing it, her knuckles had been tinted a slight pink color from her rubbing her hands. Leaving the now empty cup on the table, she got up and prepared to leave, leaving a generous tip on the receipt.
Drawing up her hood, Ritsuka stepped outside into the rain and looked around. It seemed that everyone had taken shelter in the stores around her. Taking her time, the cat-girl strode through the empty streets enjoying the rain’s pitter-patter against the stone floor and the gurgling of the drains being filled. Ritsuka slid her gloves back onto her hands and hugged herself tightly watching her breath cloud in front of her. As she neared the end of the alley, the silence was broken by groups of people walking up and down the streets of what was now Diagon Alley.
Outside, the rain fell gently from a clouded sky leaving the cobblestone of Knockturn Alley a darker shade of gray. Every once in a while a couple would walk by the café window, huddled underneath one umbrella trying to keep warm. The rain was an exception for Ritsuka to see couples together, closer than they should be. It intrigued her when she saw certain teens scowling from the rain while the elderly were smiling and enjoying each other’s company. Love like that can’t be found, it’s built. Ritsuka smiled, for the first time, at a couple. She was actually happy for them. To be old and in love must be something special. Thinking about that for a while, she scoffed and looked away from the outside. Not even realizing it, her knuckles had been tinted a slight pink color from her rubbing her hands. Leaving the now empty cup on the table, she got up and prepared to leave, leaving a generous tip on the receipt.
Drawing up her hood, Ritsuka stepped outside into the rain and looked around. It seemed that everyone had taken shelter in the stores around her. Taking her time, the cat-girl strode through the empty streets enjoying the rain’s pitter-patter against the stone floor and the gurgling of the drains being filled. Ritsuka slid her gloves back onto her hands and hugged herself tightly watching her breath cloud in front of her. As she neared the end of the alley, the silence was broken by groups of people walking up and down the streets of what was now Diagon Alley.
