Every month since Eric disappeared, Evangeline had made it a habit to come down to the post office to check if anything had come under 'Selwyn'. Though her family had the funds to ensure a private line of communication with her that didn't involve the post office, she still held out hope. Arriving right behind Maria, she pushed the doors open and took a step into the small office.
- "What you'll go looking for, that you will find." Message Me - 22:36, August 14, 2018 (UTC)
She walked up to the counter, 'Great horned owl please, to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Potion Master's office.' She checked, for the fifth time, the supplies in the box, before sealing it, with a swish of her wand.
Davu entered the post office with a small package in hand, planning on sending it out to his best friend back home in Africa. The package was full of some little knick knacks and pictures, and even some small weird British snacks Davu had found. He was currently waiting in line, as today seemed to be a busy day at the post office.
Lucile's just received confirmation of her acceptance as an assistant healer at St Mungo's and she's ecstatic. Like, drunk on happiness kind of excited. So, naturally, she's come straight to the Hogsmeade Post Office to owl her dad telling him about the interview and her subsequent acceptance, partly because she loves him and partly because she has nobody else to tell. With the amount of mail she sends him, actually, she should probably consider buying herself an owl. Maybe she can spare the money from her next paycheck.
He noticed the girl basically come flying into the post office, and kinda wondered why she was so ecstatic but decided to keep that to himself. Davu had never sent a package out before and wasn't quite sure what to do, and since this girl seemed to know how things worked he went up to her. "Hey, um. Do you mind helping me? I-I've never sent a package before," He asked/admitted a little embarrassed.
"Oh," she says, nearly jumping out of her skin at the new voice. She's not proud of it. "Yes, of course! It's quite simple. When you reach the front of the queue, you just choose an owl - how far is your message going? - and you just tie the parcel to its leg and put your money in the box beside its perch. I think they have a list of prices depending on owl type and journey length up there," she points to the wall at the front of the office, where a large board has a list of prices.
"Ah thank you, that sounds very simple..." He trailed off as he looked down at his small package. "Do you think an owl would be able to carry this all the way to Africa?" He asked, glancing back up at Lucile curiously. His accent was quite thick, as he was born and raised in Africa all his life.
Lucile considers this for a moment, then asks, "Which part of Africa? I'm almost certain they do a service where the parcel is transferred between owls over the course of the journey, though, so I think you could send it from here. You should ask the employee, though."
"Ah, Lesotho. It's not super far away but still far away enough to be troubling for an owl." He said, before giving a small nod. "I will make sure to do that, thank you for the suggestion... Do you mind me asking what you're sending? You don't seem to have a package with you,"
"Oh!" she smiles and pulls a letter from her pocket. "Just this, to my dad in London." She replaces the letter, not wanting to lose it before she gets to the front of the line. "Lesotho? I've seen pictures - it's beautiful. I've always wanted to go. What's it like?"
"Ah, Lesotho is almost like a place trapped in time. There's many villages that look like they've never advanced but have their own rich history, and the landscape hasn't changed much either. If you ever get the chance I highly recommend visiting Lesotho, it's almost like taking a step back in time."
"London is very crowded for me, so I agree with you on that," He said. "Ah, well I came to Britain to have a new change of scenery and experience life outside of my culture. I've always been interested in living somewhere else, and since this is the hub of the Wizarding world I thought this would be a good place to come." He said with a small smile. "What about you? Were you born here or did you move here?"
She nods as he speaks, understanding the desire to experience a new culture. "No, born and raised in England," she responds with a wry smile. "Though I suppose I've had a bit of a culture shock myself - I'm muggleborn, so I didn't know this whole world even existed before I was eleven."
“It still is kind of an adjustment. Growing up I hardly spoke English yet here it’s the main language, so I catch myself speaking my native tongue one too many times.” He said with a small chuckle, before rolling his eyes at the weather comment. “The weather is the absolute worst, back home it hardly rains. And it’s not as musty and humid as it is here,”