Post by Katharine Makari on Jul 6, 2013 3:07:48 GMT -5
The world was such a vastly large place with so many different areas to explore. Even after having been in Austria for two years, Katharine was still finding new places to explore. Christen had helped immensely with her finding restaurants and various other places that were higher end. If it was above a certain price, Kitty avoided it, mainly because her lifestyle before now had only afforded her so many luxuries. Only so much money came from her hobby, and she hadn’t worked prior to coming to Austria. Her parents hadn’t left much behind when they were carted off to Azkaban either. It was unfortunate, but she had no problem with that lifestyle. Christen had changed that. Now that she had tasted the finer things, seen how the wealthier lived, Kitty had to admit that she did not want to go back. Living in the cardboard box that had been her home in Russia did not sound appealing. But she never had to. There was never a day in her life where Katharine would be subject to living like she had with her parents again. Because now she had a job, and a well-paying one at that. Even without Christen there to spoil her rotten, Kitty was now able to afford going out to nice places and spending money on nice clothes. Her hobby had become more of a side project, one that brought in money for other extracurricular activities. Drugs and alcohol weren’t cheap after all.
But today wasn’t a work day, nor was she out looking for a poor, unsuspecting muggle family. Instead, her goal was to just explore Alzubra Alley, to find small shops and restaurants that she hadn’t seen before. Because while Christen had given her views of places she had never been, Kitty knew there were plenty other stores she hadn’t seen. She had only just arrived in the alley when she had come across the first store she had never been into. It was a small specialty shop that looked like it sold an arrangement of fudge. Grinning despite herself, Kitty pushed open the door. A small bell chimed to inform the owner she had walked through. Another customer was in the store, however, so there was no direct greeting. Instead, she was given a chance to peruse the selections while she waited. How long had it been since she had fudge? Years at least. Her mother used to make it when she was a child. It was one of those ‘special occasion’ desserts. Birthdays, anniversaries, things like that, she would make fudge. But that hadn’t been since long before they were thrown into Azkaban. Not since Katharine had become a teenager and started school in Durmstrang. So the moment she leaned in close to the display and took in a whiff of the delicacy, she immediately began to salivate. So many flavors, but only one really stuck out to her. The classic fudge, chocolate with no additional flare. It was how her mother made it and it was the best option. Once the people ahead of her finally took their order and made their way for the door, Kitty looked up at the older woman behind the counter and merely pointed at the one she wanted.
“Two squares to go,” she added, her hand withdrawing as the woman grabbed a small square of tissue paper and a slightly larger bag. Kitty smiled widely as she picked up the two largest pieces of the batch with the tissue paper and proceeded to place them inside of the bag. Once inside, she tossed the tissue paper, folded the bag over, and placed it on the top of the counter for Kitty to take. ”Three galleons.” Highway robbery at its finest. All of these small stores got over on everyone, charging ridiculous amounts of money for the smallest of things. However, she had been prepared. Digging through her jeans pocket, Kitty’s finger brushed the galleons she had brought with her and brought out three of them, placing them on the counter and grabbing her treats. She didn’t even wait for the woman to take the galleons, only turned around and walked out the door, her fingers already breaking the seal the woman had used to keep the bag shut. Who had given her the right to seal it? Did she not realize that when people came to buy fudge, especially in such small quantities, they usually meant to eat it right away? Shaking her head at the woman’s ignorance, Kitty unrolled the top of the bag and reached in, pulling out the first fudge square that her fingers skimmed. Stopping in the middle of the street, without a care as to if anyone was in the way. They would move. She, on the other hand, wanted to enjoy her moment. Katharine took one bite of the fudge, the perfect bite. It began to melt in her mouth immediately as she stood there in the middle of the street, holding nearly a full square in her hand as she just enjoyed the moment. Merlin, her mother’s fudge didn’t even compare. “So good,” she muttered as she took another bite.
But today wasn’t a work day, nor was she out looking for a poor, unsuspecting muggle family. Instead, her goal was to just explore Alzubra Alley, to find small shops and restaurants that she hadn’t seen before. Because while Christen had given her views of places she had never been, Kitty knew there were plenty other stores she hadn’t seen. She had only just arrived in the alley when she had come across the first store she had never been into. It was a small specialty shop that looked like it sold an arrangement of fudge. Grinning despite herself, Kitty pushed open the door. A small bell chimed to inform the owner she had walked through. Another customer was in the store, however, so there was no direct greeting. Instead, she was given a chance to peruse the selections while she waited. How long had it been since she had fudge? Years at least. Her mother used to make it when she was a child. It was one of those ‘special occasion’ desserts. Birthdays, anniversaries, things like that, she would make fudge. But that hadn’t been since long before they were thrown into Azkaban. Not since Katharine had become a teenager and started school in Durmstrang. So the moment she leaned in close to the display and took in a whiff of the delicacy, she immediately began to salivate. So many flavors, but only one really stuck out to her. The classic fudge, chocolate with no additional flare. It was how her mother made it and it was the best option. Once the people ahead of her finally took their order and made their way for the door, Kitty looked up at the older woman behind the counter and merely pointed at the one she wanted.
“Two squares to go,” she added, her hand withdrawing as the woman grabbed a small square of tissue paper and a slightly larger bag. Kitty smiled widely as she picked up the two largest pieces of the batch with the tissue paper and proceeded to place them inside of the bag. Once inside, she tossed the tissue paper, folded the bag over, and placed it on the top of the counter for Kitty to take. ”Three galleons.” Highway robbery at its finest. All of these small stores got over on everyone, charging ridiculous amounts of money for the smallest of things. However, she had been prepared. Digging through her jeans pocket, Kitty’s finger brushed the galleons she had brought with her and brought out three of them, placing them on the counter and grabbing her treats. She didn’t even wait for the woman to take the galleons, only turned around and walked out the door, her fingers already breaking the seal the woman had used to keep the bag shut. Who had given her the right to seal it? Did she not realize that when people came to buy fudge, especially in such small quantities, they usually meant to eat it right away? Shaking her head at the woman’s ignorance, Kitty unrolled the top of the bag and reached in, pulling out the first fudge square that her fingers skimmed. Stopping in the middle of the street, without a care as to if anyone was in the way. They would move. She, on the other hand, wanted to enjoy her moment. Katharine took one bite of the fudge, the perfect bite. It began to melt in her mouth immediately as she stood there in the middle of the street, holding nearly a full square in her hand as she just enjoyed the moment. Merlin, her mother’s fudge didn’t even compare. “So good,” she muttered as she took another bite.
