A Bit of Shopping (Open)

[Mabel Anne Barnes]

Mabel stared at the shelving in front of her blankly. Why had she come down this aisle again? She didn't think she needed any of this stuff. She had remembered to write a list this time, she just had it where'd she put the silly thing. She dug through her pockets, as she tried to recall what she needed on this aisle. After a few minutes of searching she found the list in her coat pocket. And after scanning the list,
"Ah granola bars, that's what I needed." She said aloud to herself as she grabbed a few boxes and added it to her already pretty full cart. Shopping for her family always required a full cart, with so many kids and everyone so busy lots of ready made options were a must.
She looked back to her list, and after figuring out what she needed to find next, continued on with her shopping.

[Edmund Marian Winchester]

Edmund wasn't weird. He was from it in fact, at least he believed himself to be so. That was why he couldn't understand the notion that was coming out of the five year old's mouth as he tried to take the last Mars bar.

"I am not weird!" he defended himself pathetically before pulling the chocolate bar from the boy's hand. But just one touch of it and Edmund could tell that it was now melted. He glared down at the five year old below him. How dare that spawn of Satan do this. "Now look what you've done!" he said trying to control the volume of his voice. Then, with the attitude of a 3 year old threw it to the ground where it snapped in half before walking away from the crying child and the melted chocolate bar of disaster.

Did that boy know who he was? He was a French professor, sure that sounded pathetic, even if one new where, but it took him nine tries to get a spot as professor of French, so it was far from it. Just as he turned to go to the next aisle where there would hopefully be a delicious treat for him to take home (or a misplaced Mars bar) he felt his hip go back just as his body was jolted forward and seconds after, when he found himself on the floor, he realized what had happened. He had walked straight into a cart, and not just any cart but a cart that belonged to the History professor, Edmund craned his mind for her name. Fable, Cable, Table, Mabel. Oh, yes Mabel that was it!

"Oh, Mrs Barnes," Edmund said getting up and giving a hurried apology. "Sorry, I was just taking candy from a-- Um, er, I mean, the shelf. I wasn't even paying attention. But then again, even if I were, you were traveling at quite a speed." He finished what was meant to be an apology with criticism for Mabel Barnes' cart driving skills.

[Mabel Anne Barnes]

Mabel was surprised when her cart was jolted by someone crashing into it. When said person fell to the ground, the mother in her was quite concerned. "Oh dear, are you okay?" She asked immediately. She made to help the person up, but they were getting up just fine on their own so she didn't. When they stood, she finally got a good enough look at the person's face to recognize them. Oh.
It was another professor. Professor Winchester to be precise.
He was quite an odd man, and Mabel never quite knew how to feel about him. She listened to his, was that even meant to be an apology? still rather bewildered by the situation. She was unsure of how to respond exactly, but decided on the route she believed would lead to the most peaceful outcome.
"Ah yes, I was. Terribly sorry about that. Are you alright?" She said. It was always so odd to run into other staff members outside of the school. Since many lived on campus, Mabel usually didn't cross paths with them in town.

[Edmund Marian Winchester]

It was one of those odd moments when Edmund wasn't quite sure whether to stay angry at Professor Barnes or to brush it off. It was also one of those moments when his confusion was shown clearly to all as his face was contorted into either angry, or thoughtful and then a mix of the two which on a face as, ahem, different as Edmund's was quite a sight to see. But he soon decided, and once he had he turned to look at Professor Barnes with a smile that was entirely fake and stretched onto his whole face.

"I am quite fine thank you," he said, though his voice showed a slight edge as he tried to dust off his trousers, though which difference it made to his appearance, Edmund didn't know. "But maybe you should sweer," he stopped catching up on his mistake and trying to correct it. "Steer!" He finally said beaming. "Maybe you should steer a little more carefully. This is a supermarket! Children are here, how about if a five year old was hit by this metal death trap? What would you do then? There is a speed limit for all shopping carts here," Though this wasn't entirely true, Edmund was sure he could make the woman before him believe it. It wasn't as if she had any reason not to. "Je ne comprends pas les gens de nos jours," he said in fluent French as an annoyed tone seeped into his voice.

Then, he turned and began to walk past the cart, but not before his pants legs caught onto the wheel causing him to crash down again.