Wrapping her scarf around her neck, Rhian walked slowly down the winding path. She'd never been to Ireland, and Teagan had found time in her schedule to get away from Salem, so had proposed a girl's weekend. Not one to pass up a chance to get out of the castle, the young witch had packed her bag quicker than you could say Thestral.
Now, though, with the wind blowing through the thinning trees, she was wondering if she shouldn't have just stayed at the bed and breakfast on the outskirts of town. Teagan had mentioned something about doing some reading, so had told her to go find some adventure. More like a brisk chill and a certain ache in her body that came with the cooling weather.
Just as she was about to turn around, a strong scent of apples and cinnamon wafted her way. Taking it in, she let her eyes drift closed at the delicious smell. A grin spread across her face as she moved towards a small area that housed shops of various kinds.
It didn't take long at all to find the small cafe. Unfortunately, the line was long. Rhian wondered if it was worth the wait, but seeing a sign for hot pumpkin tea, she vowed to wait a lifetime if she had to! Though it was considerably less than that.
One tea, and two donuts later, she turned away from the shop to find a place to settle down. The area was still crowded, and all the tables seemed to be full. There were benches across the town center, near the park, but they were out in the open and provided no shelter at all. With her treasures in hand, she moved to follow the small row of tables around the corner of the building. Far in the back, there was one last chair...
At an occupied table. Worrying at her lip, Rhian couldn't help but wonder what the harm would be in asking to join a complete stranger for tea. The worst they could say was to bugger off. Steeling that Gryffindor resolve, she strode over to the small table.
"Hi. Mind if I join you? It's the only chair left out here." She tried for a smile, though she wasn't quite sure how it came off. Honestly, the cold was getting to her. She'd grown up in the south. Yes, she'd spent enough years on this side of the water that she should be used to the early change in season. But the first onset of chill still got to her.