It was strange being back.
Juliette brushed her fingers over a table of knit team jumpers, the stark orange of the Chudley Cannons catching her eye. That was another life, another time. Back when Nick was still around, when they played together on the same team. Even now being in the shop she was afraid someone would recognize her; it had been several years now that she had been living as Carine Callait, star carpet racer, and too many months since she had been on the 'B Team' for her fallout over her boyfriend's disappearance.
It was strange for more than one reason, she supposed.
With her short hair and much better English, she might have been unrecognizable to anyone who didn't already know her...at least, as Juliette anyway. Instead she was just Carine, in her Moroccoan head scarf and with her delicate umbrella, browsing the wares of a sport she no longer played.
Sometimes she missed it.
Mostly she didn't.
With a sigh to herself, the young woman moved on to the display of gloves, the real reason she was here. Carpet racing gear just didn't do the trick quite as well as Quidditch gloves, and if she was in town for the exhibition she might as well do some shopping.
Hopefully she wouldn't regret that choice later.