A Little Help Would Be Nice...

[Maria Sanchez]

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The morning had been filled with discontent for the youngest Sanchez when her mother woke her up to go shopping in Diagon Alley bright and early first thing that morning. She had never been a morning person, but she especially hated it when her mother would wake her for things such as going to Diagon Alley when it could have waited until later. But she knew her mother too well; if her mother woke her early that morning to leave, they would probably be good for the better half of the day. And, inevitably, she was right. They had left around nine that morning, and it was now five or six in the evening. Emily didn’t know the exact hour, but she knew that it was probably dinnertime since her stomach was rumbling and making strange hunger noises.

“[maroon]Mami, I’m hungry,[/maroon]” she said in a whiney voice as her mother led her from the robes shop at one end of Diagon Alley to the Leaky Cauldron at the other end. “[maroon]Can we go home? My feet hurt, and my stomach is growling, and I’m sure papi is home by now. Please? Can we please go?[/maroon]”

“Emily, we’re heading for the Leaky Cauldron right now. You can get something to snack on down there. Just be patient, will you please? I’m carrying all of your things plus my own. Things might be moving a bit faster if you were actually carrying your things and not making me carry them.”

“[maroon]Fine, give me this stuff then.[/maroon]” She reached for her bags that her mother had been holding and snatched them from her. “[maroon]Now can we go?[/maroon]”

Maria gave her daughter a warning look and lifted one of her finely arched brows and blinked at her some. “Watch your tone, and don’t snatch things from me every again, Emily-Marie.” With that, she walked past her daughter and stepped in front of her to lead her to the pub located at the other end of the alley. “Stay close.”

The two of them walked against heavy gusts of wind. Maria was having a little bit of trouble trying to find her way down the alley, mostly because there were people crowding the streets, not to mention the fact that there were heavy winds blowing against her body and causing her massive head full of curls to flying into her face and obscure her vision. Maria could feel her body tilting this way and that as she tried to keep her balance. She blinked a few times, her dark eyes searching through the steadily growing darkness for the sign that showed they were finally at the pub.

When they reached the door of the Leaky Cauldron, Maria grasped the handle. “Emily, come up here. I’m going to open the door, and I want you to hurry in, alright?” Her daughter nodded in agreement and did as her mother said and waited for her to open the door. Maria pushed the door opened with little force, and Emily rushed quickly in and out of the way so that her mother could come in. But the door had brought Maria inside the pub due to the force of the wind. She had not prepared for that.

She had been holding a decent amount of bags in each hand, so she had not been able to catch herself when she went flying into the pub and into the floor. The bags fell onto the wooden floor of the pub, and the older woman fell bottom first onto the floor. She winced at the pain she could feel in her bottom as well as in her back and looked around the pub for Emily. She could barely see anything from behind her curls of hair. “Emily, close the door. Quickly now…”

Emily put her bags down on the floor and struggled to close the door. After she had finally managed to get the door closed so that it would not open on its own, Emily went and started picking up all the bags, including those that her mother had dropped on the floor after being flung into the pub.

In the meantime, Maria brushed her hair from her face and tried to sort it out atop her head. It was bad enough that the curls were enough to deal with, but the wind had only made them worse. She felt around through her hair for the natural part in the center of her head. When she finally found it, she looked at Emily and tilted her head to the side. “You can’t help me up?” It was obvious that the older woman was somewhat annoyed by the fact that her daughter had made it a priority to pick up the bags rather than to be sure that her mother was okay. Kids would be kids, after all.

“[maroon]Sorry, mami…[/maroon]” She lifted the bags some and showed her mother. “[maroon]I picked all the bags up for you…[/maroon]” She gave a somewhat innocent smile and bit her lower lip but still didn’t bother to help her mother up. She looked around the pub some. People were staring at them. Emily felt a bit bad about not even offering to help her mother, but her mother would eventually get over it. She had to, didn’t she? Mothers had that unconditional love for their children, and Emily knew that her mother loved her. She also knew, though, that she would not be getting out of a punishment when she got home. Deep down, Emily had meant to do that; she had purposely not help her mother up. And she knew that Maria knew it…especially since she had give that smile of hers.

“Wait until we get home, Emily-Marie,” Maria said in slightly less than a whisper so that only Emily could hear. With a heavy sigh, she situated herself and prepared to stand to her feet, which she felt would be a harder task than most people ever expected it to be. What with her age and bad knees and bad back, Maria Sanchez would probably take hours and hours to stand to her feet again…

ooc;; since Emily is a NPC, I kinda sorta godmodded her a bit.

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