Dizzing sights and all those smells (FoY)

[Fyona Richards]

There was a lot of noise on the streets of Diagon Alley, and there were other loud noises coming from inside the shops that were crowded with people young and old. Families ambled along smiling cheerily at all those who passed. Fyona was part of one such family, but her smile was not one of cheer, but of pure amazement. This was her first year at the Festival of Yule. Normally she spent the holidays with her mother's family or her father's family in Wales, but this year they decided to come to England for a while for the festival. The twelve year old had been ecstatic at the news and now that she was finally here she could find no words for the things she saw. The place look completely different than it did when she was here for school shopping or something, or for business. At Christmas time the place looked...well....Christmassy. In a nice way.

The girl followed behind her parents. Her head swaying this way and that way trying to get a look at everything at once. She was not the only one to be looking at all the green and red lights, and the bright glow of the shops. There was also her little sister trudging along at her side who was just as excited about being there as Fyona. The light haired brunette wore a dark blue robe meant to represent the color of the evening sky, and on it Santa raced around and around in his sleigh. Gifts falling gently out the bag to land into some chimney unseen. It was actually pretty nice. Fyona had a bright red nose and real (for the time being anyway) antlers growing out of her head. The extra did not help the balancing act she was trying to perform while moving her head to follow all the strangers and peer into the stalls they passed.

Her younger brother looked at her movements with a silly smile on his face over his mum's shoulder. He had on a green hat with red trim and bells that jingled every time her mum took a step. One big happy family having fun. Only Fyona wanted to go off and look at things on her own.

"Mummy.." she asked softly as she pulled up next to the red haired lady caring Jair. "Can I go look at that stuff over there?...Please?"

Sian looked at her rather skeptically, but then her father chimed in. "I'm sure there is no harm in it as long as you don't stray too far." A sharp look from Sian and her father smiled and pushed Fyona in a different direction. "Here, you can go on with Jair and I will watch the girls here. Okay?"

"Fine, but you better keep a close eye on them," she warned. The article she read about DADA being abolished from the curriculum still fresh in her mind.

Fyona's smile grew wide and she waited not a second longer. "I will be real careful promise," she said as she walked quickly away. Her charm bracelet she received for Christmas rattled away as she walked towards a vender selling chocolate drinks and pastries. She purchased some green chocolate drink with red sugar drizzled on top. Taking a huge gulp her head was still following all there was see, and the smells!!! The smell of food always cheered her up. There were many tasty things here to eat, and lots of things to see.

What should I do first?...Wait, lemme sit down first so the place can stop spinning.


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[celticbrighid86]

Maybe a festival is not the best thing for me right now. Brighid had been pondering this subject since her little "incident" a few weeks ago. She wanted to forget it ever happened and she could save for the unique shape her belly had taken in such a short time...and now it was noticeable.

I'm going to be a mother? She laughed and then realized that she had been laughing at nothing...to the passerby that is...and quickly suppressed the sardonic laughter. I'm going to be a mother. What a joke! She looked around, noticing how vibrant and wonderful everything looked and smelled. She noticed a red head doing the same and she remembered what it felt like to be in Diagon Alley at Yule as a young Hoggy Wart herself.

I'm going to be a mother! So now it hit her...holy moley! I am so definitely not ready for this job! I am so definitely not qualified for this job! I'm not even married.
Her head swam and she had to find a seat. Her gaze was transfixed, however, on this intriguing red head. How lovely to be young again.

[Fyona Richards]

Fyona sat down next to a woman without a stomach that looked like she needed to run a little more. Or at least exercise more. It wasn't until her head had stopped spinning that Fyona was able to see that the lady wasn't fat, but only pregnant. Fyona had seen that kind of a stomach a few times before. Twice her mother had that stomach but it didn't even begin to stop there. Fyona knew that when her belly got bigger the woman would be complaining about her feet and how swollen they were getting from all the extra weight. She would also make her husband --it never occurred to the twelve year old that maybe the woman wasn't married-- massage the same feet to make them feel better. The woman would also get all mood swingy and would not let her eldest daughter, if she had an eldest daughter, to do many things because she was in a bad mood. The woman would also go out buy all kinds of food at all hours of the day and eat every single scrap with delight. Her mother often told Fyona that she was eating for two which was why she had to eat so much, but before she was told this Fyona thought it was just because her mother had been greedy.

Now Fyona took another swig of her drink. Fyona also saw the tired look on the woman's face. "Are you okay?" she asked hesitantly. What if this was one of those bad witches disguised as a pregnant woman? Still...Fyona could not help ask the question. "Do you need to me get you something?" Or should I just call the authorities? Why was she acting like this? She hoped whatever paranoia that gripped her mother had not gotten to her as well.