Yawning, Marcella popped out of bed. She had today off from work, so what better to do than visit Fortescue's, her favorite (and only), ice cream place in Diagon Alley. Quickly feeding Ami, who was being awfully sweet this morning, Marcella rushed back to her room. She threw on a basic outfit, and flung herself out the door. Something about ice cream really motivated Marcella.

Finally, the bustle of Diagon Alley surrounded Marcella. It was awfully crowded for so early in the morning, but Marci didn't mind. She was used to it from when she went to Boston with her parents as a girl. She made a beeline towards Fortescue's. "Good morning!" She called. The aroma of various ice cream flavors filled the room. Marcella certainly planned on ordering later, after hitting up some conversation with whoever was currently on duty.