Post by Darcy Eleanor Davies on Mar 21, 2019 22:20:31 GMT
Stand up for something
even if you're standing alone
Quickly scanning through the book on magical lizards she’d purchased at the bookshop down the way, Darcy nearly smacked herself in the face trying to open the door to the magical menagerie that pulled out rather than pushed in. She stopped so suddenly at the shop’s door that she shopping bags flung forward into the wall, causing one of the thin paper straps to break. “Bollocks.” Darcy stooped in front of the shop to gather up the recently purchased items; books and pamphlets on fire creatures and magical pets, several copies of yesterday’s Daily Prophet to use as cage liner, and half-eaten chocolate bar that had nothing to do with her current venture into Diagon Alley. She picked up the chocolate and inspected it, relieved to see that it had all stayed tucked inside its wrapper and she wouldn’t be having to toss it in the bin. Pulling her wand from her pocket, Darcy fixed the strap on her shopping bag and reloaded her items. She then dusted off the book she’d been looking through and held it in her free hand, pulling the door to the Magical Menagerie open with just a few free fingers, continuing on with her plans for the day.
She was greeted by the sales wizard behind the counter and Darcy made a beeline for him. “Hi!” she chimed. “I need a cage that would work for one of these,” she said, flipping open her magical lizards book again and turning back to the section she’d been reading before smacking into the shop door. A black and white picture of a firedrake covered half the page, its little wings flapping as it zoomed around in the picture. White sparks burst from its tail as it flew. Darcy thought it looked very happy and hoped to be able to see the little one she was caring for at home look as pleased with himself as the one in her book. The sales wizard nodded and started talking about the pros and cons of some of their different cages, heading off down one of the aisles. Darcy followed, listening as her feet followed but her eyes were back in the book, scanning the text for any clues as to what else she might need.
Darcy had never cared for a firedrake before, but one had been brought into the shelter with a broken wing and a deep scratch over one of its eyes. The vets fixed him up as best they could, but he needed to be looked after for the next several weeks before he would be strong enough to be returned to the wild. Naturally, Darcy volunteered. Her flat was basically a revolving door for rescued animals, and she wouldn’t have had it any other way. “I’d recommend one of these,” the wizard said, and Darcy lifted her face from her book to check out the selection. “Brilliant. And your lightning bugs are where?” The wizard pointed to the far wall where a sign that said Reptile Food hung over several glass enclosures. “Thank you,” Darcy said happily in a sing-song voice. The sales wizard left to return to the front desk while Darcy looked over her options of cages, trying to reference the book she’d purchased on caring for magical lizards.
