Adelaide was sat outside the ice cream parlour, pot of butterbeer flavour ice cream forgotten and melting on the table as she watched the busker that was playing opposite. It was hard to miss them, given that they were magically amplifying their guitar, but she was really rather enjoying the music. It was a beautiful sunny day, she was (technically) off work, and Diagon Alley was busy and bustling now that the summer holidays were here.
Her notepad was sat on her lap, her quill in her hand hovering just above the page as she decided what she wanted to write, her attention still completely devoted to the busker.
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