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[Blanche Chaucer]

• Hogsmeade weekend, 10th May
  
  Though the weather was rather lovely for once, there were errands to run while she was in Hogsmeade that Saturday, so not every moment could be spent outside. The cluster of students she'd been drifting along with were all keen to dart into different places, so the school chaperone took it upon themselves to stand sentinel somewhere out in the High Street whilst the students browsed inside and outside of the nearest shops.
  
  Blanche stepped into Scrivenshaft's, intent on stocking up on her ordinary ink and choosing a new quill or two before exams, because it probably wouldn't do to keep using the scratchy one and hope for the best. She might've ordered from the catalogue, but NEWTs were nearing ever so quickly, and she was running out of time.
  
  Even so, she had already begun stretching out the simple errand. Though a compact shop, there were hundreds of choices of quills, ink and stationery too, and it was hard not to be distracted by the lavish peacock-feather quills and beautifully bound journals. Another customer came through the door, and it was difficult not to be even more distracted. Her gaze flickered over discreetly, but she couldn't help lingering a moment on the exemplary figure of tall, dark and handsome. Catching herself, Blanche focused once more on the quills in the glass display before her, over-conscious of where her gaze was, but evidently lacking in concentration as to where her feet were taking her. It had only been a slight misstep, but she stumbled sideways into one of the shelves of journals, and the few propped up on display tipped to the floor in one grand thump. "Oh," Blanche breathed... Whoops! She cursed herself, ducking down to try and recover them without drawing attention from the shopkeeper or his other customers.