<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/2b/58/2f/2b582f894ceb3ab1df3b114b197e47a4.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>CJ Jeong (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339010.msg16086313#msg16086313)<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>August 26th, 2022 | Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Leaky Cauldron headed into Diagon Alley<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This cozy but baggy grey dress (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/3f/e5/49/3fe549df068631e4235f28f9464b394d.jpg), dark comfortable shoes, and hair as pictured.<br/><strong>Mood music:</strong>Carry On (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tCQqkYfJQQA&list=RDMM&index=7)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Last Minute School Shopping<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Adam Monroe (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339010.msg16089588#msg16089588)<br/><hr/>Mornings were overrated.<br/><br/>The shining sun was overrated.<br/><br/>Basically, everything that wasn’t her cozy bed was overrated.<br/><br/>Adam had to basically guide her pouty-zombified ass all the way from her home, where he’d graciously picked her up from, through the streets, and finally down to the Leaky Cauldron. A spot she normally liked - they had some really good food - but not even the smells that floated in the air could tug her out of her pouty state.<br/><br/>She also wasn’t really speaking.<br/><br/>Not with words anyway.<br/><br/>More like grunts, growls, and heavy long-suffering sighs.<br/><br/>Adam teased her about keeping up, and she dragged her feet along the rough wooden floors of the pub.<strong>“ I don’t wanna,”</strong>she yawned, tears blurring her vision for a few moments before she rapidly blinked them away. “I’m tired.” It came out a low whine, though she knew Adam would show her no mercy.<br/><br/>The part of CJ that was responsible enough to make Prefect was grateful for that. But, the part of her that wanted to laze around all day was not thrilled at all with the tall blonde. They passed a small crowd of bodies. Some coming, some going, and others sat at the various tables, carrying on conversations, or tucking into a nice hot breakfast.<br/><br/>CJ leaned her head against his arm while he tapped the bricks, and opened the path for them to head on into Diagon Alley. Since she was sleepy, hungry, and over it, before it all began, her appearance reflected that. She wore a cozy, but drab gray dress, and black shoes. Her hair was long today, slightly wavy, and a flat deep black.<br/><br/>Also, very minimal make-up.<br/><br/>The little metamorphmagus yawned widely as they stepped into the busy as fuck shopping area. Wizards, witches, and their littles bounced from line to line, parents carried heavy supplies, and other older students wandered around with some friends, bags in hand.<strong> “ Oh, Merlin.”</strong>She breathed, horrified at the sheer amount of people right in front of her eyes.<br/><br/>Adam produced a list - one she recognized as her own - and started asking her questions as if she were an actual functional person. CJ shot him an irritated - You suck- look, her cheeks puffing out as she considered where to begin this Hellfest.<strong>“ None of those options sound even remotely tempting.”</strong>She complained, glancing left, then right, trying to figure out which direction looked less crowded. Actually... screw shopping, what she needed right now was something delicious.<strong>“ Feed me.”</strong>She turned to look up at him, sticking her lip out in her best pout.<strong>“ Pleeease, I require food. Oh! Something sweet!”</strong>Bringing her hands together, she looked up at her bestie boy.