Diagon Alley wasn’t where she wanted to be. Ingrid’s scowl deepened as she thought about that. No, she’d much rather have been in the office, signing papers and preparing for her trip out of the country, but instead here she was. All because of Geri. The things I do for family. With that going through her head, she pulled her coat closer and made her way to the small bakery that she was meeting Olivia at. Olivia, the girl Geri was sweet on. The one from Christmas who she’d been unable to talk to for more than a minute. Infatuation leads nowhere, though; Ingrid learned that the hard way and she wasn’t about to let Geri do the same. If nothing else, this girl would have to prove herself.
At least the bakery was warmer than outside. Ingrid’s coat seemed far too warm now, but she didn’t take it off. No, it was better to deal with the warmth. She ordered herself a drink before finding a table to relax at. Waiting was the easy part of this whole game, really. It would come in parts: first the waiting, then the interrogation, and finally either the acceptance or rejection. Right now, it didn’t at all help Olivia that Ingrid wasn’t too keen on her.
The ringing of the bell on the door caught Ingrid’s attention, and she put a polite smile on her face. The first couple times it happened, it wasn’t Olivia but some random patron who wandered in. As she nursed her coffee, she wondered if it would have been better to not come so early. After all, she could have finished some work. It was a fruitless line of thinking; she’d have been far too distracted as she worked and distraction only led to carelessness. This was better. Eventually the bell signaled the arrival of the person she’d been waiting for, and so she stood. “Olivia! A pleasure. Shall we order now, or later?” It was the first of many questions that she’d be asking, but thankfully this one had no ulterior motive; Ingrid just wanted to know if they’d be getting food now or later.
