All Things Essential [Open]
Posted: Tue May 02, 2023 12:28 am
Adeline walked around her shop as some locals pursued some art that was on display in her gallery- only one piece was hers this time, she thought with delight. More people were brave and sharing their work with the world! The thought made her heart soar. She looked back towards the guests and smiled brightly, the happiness of seeing people here and enjoying each other's work was just almost too much to bear.
After what happened here before and even with the Boggart attack not that long ago, she was afraid people would be too reserved or find that art just wasn't a necessity. But it was because of hardships that art was that much more important. To her, it was a way of taking control of one's emotions and getting them out of your system.
She took a deep breath before turning and going back to what she was doing, lugging a box of supplies over to some shelves. Luckily she'd known enough spells to put her shop back together after everything, but there wasn't much she could do about the lost wares. She'd had to eat the loss in her profits, but it was fine. She would be fine. She put the bottles of potion ingredients on the shelf, humming to herself. She stopped after a moment, realizing there was paint on her hands from where she'd been working on a piece earlier. She gave a little laugh to herself, knowing if it was on her hands, it was probably all over, including her face, which explained that slightly tight feeling on her forehead and cheeks.
She waved towards the guests that came in, a bright, clear bell sounding with the opening of the door. greeting them in her usual chipper tone, "Welcome to Enchanting Essentials! Let me know if there's anything I can do to help!" she said, the guests craning to see where her voice was coming from before waving back. She looked back to the shelves, continuing to hum. It didn't seem to be any actual tune, just some melody she was stringing together as she went.
After what happened here before and even with the Boggart attack not that long ago, she was afraid people would be too reserved or find that art just wasn't a necessity. But it was because of hardships that art was that much more important. To her, it was a way of taking control of one's emotions and getting them out of your system.
She took a deep breath before turning and going back to what she was doing, lugging a box of supplies over to some shelves. Luckily she'd known enough spells to put her shop back together after everything, but there wasn't much she could do about the lost wares. She'd had to eat the loss in her profits, but it was fine. She would be fine. She put the bottles of potion ingredients on the shelf, humming to herself. She stopped after a moment, realizing there was paint on her hands from where she'd been working on a piece earlier. She gave a little laugh to herself, knowing if it was on her hands, it was probably all over, including her face, which explained that slightly tight feeling on her forehead and cheeks.
She waved towards the guests that came in, a bright, clear bell sounding with the opening of the door. greeting them in her usual chipper tone, "Welcome to Enchanting Essentials! Let me know if there's anything I can do to help!" she said, the guests craning to see where her voice was coming from before waving back. She looked back to the shelves, continuing to hum. It didn't seem to be any actual tune, just some melody she was stringing together as she went.