Post by Ainsley Rickett on Jun 16, 2014 22:11:20 GMT -5
Ainsley made her way towards the doors of Gringotts bank after making a quick withdrawal from her vault. She was looking forward to getting back into Diagon Alley because it was a particularly nice summer afternoon, the perfect type of weather to sit outside with a cup of tea and a book and enjoy the sun while it lasted. As she crossed the lobby and reached the exit, she managed to run into someone who was entering Gringotts in a rush through the same doors, unable to sidestep them at the last minute. Though she didn’t trip and fall, she did accidentally cause them to drop what they’d been carrying, and she mentally cursed her clumsiness before quickly reaching down to pick it up.
“I’m so sorry,” she said as she gathered what looked to be a small parcel, and she was more or less talking to the ground until she stood up again, surveying the person for the first time. In the few seconds she’d taken to retrieve the parcel for them, she had processed that it had “CONFIDENTIAL” written on it in large, ominous looking red ink. Whatever it was, it seemed important, as did the person in front of her who it belonged to. She easily played it off as if she hadn’t seen the writing on the parcel at all as she handed it back to him, once again repeating, “Sorry,” as she regarded him suddenly curiously. She should have just walked away after apologizing for bumping into him, but something about him seemed very familiar, and she couldn’t exactly place it right then.
“Hey, do I know you?” she blurted out, deciding to test her luck because now that she had time to think about it, he was attractive and dressed in a suit, as well as the fact that she definitely knew him from somewhere. It was going to annoy her for the rest of the day if she didn’t figure out how she knew him, so it made sense to her in the moment to simply ask outright and see how he responded. There was probably no way she would have struck up a conversation with him otherwise, and if he turned out to be some stranger then she could just continue on her way out of the bank.
“I’m so sorry,” she said as she gathered what looked to be a small parcel, and she was more or less talking to the ground until she stood up again, surveying the person for the first time. In the few seconds she’d taken to retrieve the parcel for them, she had processed that it had “CONFIDENTIAL” written on it in large, ominous looking red ink. Whatever it was, it seemed important, as did the person in front of her who it belonged to. She easily played it off as if she hadn’t seen the writing on the parcel at all as she handed it back to him, once again repeating, “Sorry,” as she regarded him suddenly curiously. She should have just walked away after apologizing for bumping into him, but something about him seemed very familiar, and she couldn’t exactly place it right then.
“Hey, do I know you?” she blurted out, deciding to test her luck because now that she had time to think about it, he was attractive and dressed in a suit, as well as the fact that she definitely knew him from somewhere. It was going to annoy her for the rest of the day if she didn’t figure out how she knew him, so it made sense to her in the moment to simply ask outright and see how he responded. There was probably no way she would have struck up a conversation with him otherwise, and if he turned out to be some stranger then she could just continue on her way out of the bank.
