Dark Beauty /Sirius Black/ [2]

Dark Beauty - 4.

Chapter 4

"You can do this Adria, just walk in," Adria mumbled, pulling her coat over her much more as the November weather nipped her skin. She was sure the rain was about to fall any minute as she stood outside the small bakery. She was debating turning around and going back home, crawling into bed with Jude and Sirius, debating whether she could look for a job later on.

But she knew that no matter when she went looking for a job, that whenever there was an interview for her to attend, she would just be as nervous as she was now. She wasn't so much as ready to go in but the soft droplets of rain had started falling from the sky, she really didn't want to stay out and get completely soaked, though she was worried about what might ensue if she entered the small building.

But before she could even make up her mind about what to do, the sound of the squeaky door swinging opened floated through her ears, quickly paired with, "what you doing out here, lass?! Come on, get in before the weather blows you down the street!"

Adria wasn't going to argue with the woman with a stronger Scottish accent than her own, and soon did she hurry inside with her, allowing the old woman to close the door behind her.

"Sorry," Adria smiled politely, taking off her heavy jacket, "I have an interview here, actually."

"Oh yes, yes!" the old woman nodded, her kind smile evident on her wrinkled features. She had the feeling of warmth to her, a feeling Adria hadn't truly felt since her mother had died, or since she had left Hogwarts, because only two other people had that feeling in Adria's life.

Her mother, of course.

And Professor McGonagall.

Her greying hair was curled in the oddest of places but it worked well with the frame of her face, a rounder face with a thin nose and small lips, she seemed very kind, very lovely, and that very thought made Adria's nerves ease.

The small bakery was almost packed with customers, some men asking for their early afternoon tea, and some sweet old ladies asking for another jam tart which a young girl who must've been around Adria's age served with a polite smile.

"Oh, it'll be nice to have someone else around here!" the old woman smiled fondly, gesturing for Adria to follow her through the back of the bakery into a small room, "the lassie, American she is, can barely understand a word I say most of the time."

"Oh, I get what you mean," Adria giggled, "most of my friends are from England and even they have a hard time understanding what I say!"

"Scottish, aye?" the woman beamed, gesturing to the seat in front of her when Adria nodded, "where you from then?"

"Just outside of Glasgow, a small village," Adria sighed, remembering her old house well. Her village was small, and very quaint but sometimes she couldn't help but reminisce about how her life was back in Scotland.

For starters, she still had her parents.

"Oh yes, the wee villages," the woman laughed, "where is my manners off to?! I'm Euna - well that's my Sunday name, please call me May!"

Adria nodded, her smile widening as she took the woman's outstretched hand, "Adria."

"Oh, Adria!" May gasped, "sorry, just a very unusual name, not very common."

"Oh, I know, I think my parents just loved to pick out the oddest names," Adria sighed as she remembered her parents.

"You remind me of someone, Adria," May commented, "her daughter- oh bloody hell, I knew it!"

"Hm-"

"You're Judy's wain, aren't you?" May asked, watching Adria's eyes widen and soon did she nod.