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Post by Madelyn Meadows on Aug 8, 2011 18:30:12 GMT -5
Madelyn did not quite understand it. According to the calendar it was still summer. She was now in school and currently walking along the sidewalk of the quaint, small town outside of Grace Academy. School never seemed to start in fall always when the outdoors said go swimming and have this ice cream cone. It already had been a whole year since she had first arrived at the school, but was that possible? It did not seem like she had been there for more then a year but now she was a sophomore witch. During her first week at the Academy, Madelyn could sense that the magic had not dwelled in the school for longer then she had. Angels and demons seemed to roam the halls. Brand new teachers or ones that had been transferred taught most of her magic related classes. But for the most part, the teachers seemed to be fresh on the market, every step inexperienced. They were good teachers all the same but with some you could tell that they were lacking in vital information and skill. But what could the school honestly do. The witches were new, the angels and demons were ‘normal’ by these standards.
Madelyn rounded the corner, deciding not to wait for a black CRV to cross the intersection. It was not a strategic move to get to the place that she was heading to but Madelyn was not pressed for time. The sidewalk was cracked around the sides but did not resemble large gashes from a battle. A few green shoots of grass poked their heads out of these scars to get a taste of sun. The cracks felt funny to her feet. Madelyn had a pair of navy striped TOMS on her feet so with every step she could feel the rough, unshaven surface of the ground. The shoes were as close to being bare foot as a pair could possibly be. When she had gotten dressed this morning, Madelyn had not remembered how the ground would be in the city. By this time, Madelyn had gotten to another intersection so this time she waited for the walk sign to come on and crossed the street. A locally owned coffee shop was at the corner. Madelyn pushed open the door and strolled inside. The tinkle of the bell above the door fallowed her.
The first time that Madelyn came to this coffee shop it hadn’t been on purpose. During her freshman year, a blizzard had started while she was walking around the business district of the town. She had seen the flapping sign with a mug and slipped inside to sit the storm out. Madelyn had a bad habit of going off places outside of campus by her self. She did not honestly know why but it normally was just to come study at the coffee shop. The place had become a bit of a tradition with her time at Grace Academy. When she was bored, frustrated, or just wanting to get out of her dorm she would come here. They had wonderful coffee with a wonderful scent that wafted out side of the door and spilled to the streets. Aromas of cinnamon rolls and other baked goods were the perfect harmony to the comforting smell of black coffee. This to the coffee house was not objective as most of them were. Madelyn did not have her backpack with her laptop and books tucked inside only a few dollars stuffed into her pocket, enough for a green tea.
The inside was just as cozy as the outside. Circular tables lined the walls, some with overstuffed armchairs but most just having regular chairs to sit in. Towards the two big windows that bordered the front door had armchairs in a circular shape if you wanted to take a large group here. A few other people had come here with their laptops or friends but it was not as busy as you might see it at the end of the semester when people are trying to cram for their final exams. Madelyn walked up to the front counter. She gave a last glance up at the menu to see if anything had changed, but of course nothing had. It had not been much different since but one time that Madelyn had gone there, raspberry mochas had been added. It always confused her why they had a chalkboard menu instead of one that was printed out, like what you would see at Starbucks. The menu did keep the charm of the shop in mind but the perplexing thing was why didn’t they change it. It may have made sense if they regularly adjusted what they served but a chalkboard wasn’t logical.
Madelyn’s face portrayed a soft smile as she saw green tea. Perfect and simple. It was healthier then coffee but it still was warm. Madelyn never understood why, but even in the summer time she liked to purchase warm drinks. She never really saw the appeal of having an iced coffee or tea it didn’t seem natural. Madelyn would miss holding a warm mug between her two hands and the way that it felt as the tepid drink was swallowed. Drinking a cold coffee was like drinking weird tasting water, defeating the whole point of leaving her dorm. Madelyn asked for a green tea and moved to the side to wait for her order. In a few minutes the girl behind the counter handed Madelyn her tea.
She turned around and decided to walk towards the front of the shop and sit on one of the armchairs. It was consistently where she sat for casual people watching and by far the most comfortable. When she brought things from school to work on she generally chose a place with a table. Madelyn plopped herself into one of the chairs that was to the corner of the circle so she would be able to look around the store and also outside just as easily.
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