Post by nessalaurentius on Apr 7, 2011 11:18:28 GMT 1
Hebban olla uogala nestas hagunnan hinase hi(c) (a)nda thu uuat unbidan uue nu?
Old Dutch translation of a Latin phrase, meaning 'All birds have started their nests apart from you and I. What are we waiting for now?'
It felt a little strange, strolling through Diagon Alley while the new school year at Hogwarts had started almost two months ago. Although Nessa came from a magical family, they lived in the country so she didn't often visit London, let alone magical London. She knew her mother visited the place occasionally for supplies and whatnot, but she'd never done so in the summer when their daughter had been home from Hogwarts, in order to spend as much time with Nessa as she could. They would only go once, just before the new year started, to pick up supplies.
In those days, Diagon Alley had almost always been sunny and warm and brimming with students and parents. Now, it was November, and not only was it much quieter, it was also threatening to rain. Not that Nessa could care less about the weather. After all, she had her fingers laced with Amos' own, and that was all the warmth she needed. (Plus she had made her own cloak and had made sure it was lined well, to keep out the wind.)
They still hadn't found themselves an affordable apartment, which was not so strange, as London was expensive. Nessa knew Amos wanted to live close to the Ministry and she was not about to contradict him, because there certainly were advantages, but sometimes she couldn't help but wonder if a home somewhat farther away would be better. They could connect to the flu-netword instead and that would be almost as convenient and fast, wouldn't it? But she didn't voice these things. There wasn't any pressure. Yet.
Besides, her parents had promised to help out. They still had all the old furniture they had used raising Nessa and her sister, Nessa could make clothes for the baby herself, Amos had a job, at least. They would manage, though it was, sometimes, just a little scary to Nessa, to be honest, and she didn't doubt that Amos probably felt the same way occasionally.
But not today. Today was reserved for happy flat hunting and (in Nessa's case) eating icecream and (in Amos' case) staring at the newest brooms and Quiddich things with silent longing. If they wanted to be able to afford a flat they probably shouldn't buy too many things today, but looking was fine, and as Nessa lost interest in the polishing set Amos appeared to be ogling, a piece of parchment in the shop window of a nearby shop caught her eye.
'Help Wanted. Weekends and Fryday Nights.' She silently tugged Amos' arm, nodding over. She had been trying to find a job, but with the war, business were bad and no one appeared to be hiring. She hadn't even seen what shop it was were help was wanted, nor was she sure what Amos might think of her being away on Friday nights and during the weekends, but surely it couldn't hurt to ask. Nessa felt a little bad that Amos was the only one with a job, and although this was part time, it at least meant that she did something. Even if it was temporary.
Old Dutch translation of a Latin phrase, meaning 'All birds have started their nests apart from you and I. What are we waiting for now?'
It felt a little strange, strolling through Diagon Alley while the new school year at Hogwarts had started almost two months ago. Although Nessa came from a magical family, they lived in the country so she didn't often visit London, let alone magical London. She knew her mother visited the place occasionally for supplies and whatnot, but she'd never done so in the summer when their daughter had been home from Hogwarts, in order to spend as much time with Nessa as she could. They would only go once, just before the new year started, to pick up supplies.
In those days, Diagon Alley had almost always been sunny and warm and brimming with students and parents. Now, it was November, and not only was it much quieter, it was also threatening to rain. Not that Nessa could care less about the weather. After all, she had her fingers laced with Amos' own, and that was all the warmth she needed. (Plus she had made her own cloak and had made sure it was lined well, to keep out the wind.)
They still hadn't found themselves an affordable apartment, which was not so strange, as London was expensive. Nessa knew Amos wanted to live close to the Ministry and she was not about to contradict him, because there certainly were advantages, but sometimes she couldn't help but wonder if a home somewhat farther away would be better. They could connect to the flu-netword instead and that would be almost as convenient and fast, wouldn't it? But she didn't voice these things. There wasn't any pressure. Yet.
Besides, her parents had promised to help out. They still had all the old furniture they had used raising Nessa and her sister, Nessa could make clothes for the baby herself, Amos had a job, at least. They would manage, though it was, sometimes, just a little scary to Nessa, to be honest, and she didn't doubt that Amos probably felt the same way occasionally.
But not today. Today was reserved for happy flat hunting and (in Nessa's case) eating icecream and (in Amos' case) staring at the newest brooms and Quiddich things with silent longing. If they wanted to be able to afford a flat they probably shouldn't buy too many things today, but looking was fine, and as Nessa lost interest in the polishing set Amos appeared to be ogling, a piece of parchment in the shop window of a nearby shop caught her eye.
'Help Wanted. Weekends and Fryday Nights.' She silently tugged Amos' arm, nodding over. She had been trying to find a job, but with the war, business were bad and no one appeared to be hiring. She hadn't even seen what shop it was were help was wanted, nor was she sure what Amos might think of her being away on Friday nights and during the weekends, but surely it couldn't hurt to ask. Nessa felt a little bad that Amos was the only one with a job, and although this was part time, it at least meant that she did something. Even if it was temporary.