Post by Lyra Trix Malfoy on Nov 1, 2013 9:47:21 GMT -5
Today was the first day Lyra Malfoy had taken off work in three months. What with business picking up as all the magical creatures that hibernated during winter started waking up it had been all hands on deck at the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, Beast Tamer Division. For Lyra, being the youngest in her squad meant doing the grunt work no one else wanted to do which resulted in a lot of weekend workdays. Thankfully her boss had noticed how hard she had been working and given her the day off.
Stepping out of the one bedroom London flat she rented in an all-wizard building Lyra adjusted her black purse on her shoulder as she tapped her wand on her door. The locking mechanism clicked softly. Lyra slipped her wand into its holster strapped to her left thigh over her gray jeans and made her way down the stairs to the lobby. The lobby was large, clean and for once miraculously empty save for the doorman snoozing behind his desk. Lyra strode to the fireplace set along the far wall and took a handful of white sand-like powder from a pot on the mantle. Stepping confidently into the fireplace she said, “Diagon Alley,” and threw the floopowder into the fire. Green fire erupted at her feet, reaching up higher and higher until it obscured her view of the lobby. Lyra quickly screwed up her eyes to avoid the ash and dizzying spinning as she was sucked into the floo network.
It felt like several minutes when in reality it was only a few moments before Lyra stumbled out of the fireplace at The Leaky Cauldron. She coughed, ash and cinders filling the air around her, and rubbed her eyes. The Leaky Cauldron hadn’t changed since the last time she had been here. The bar was still polished and the room was still a little hazy, lit by old fashioned brass lamps. Several patrons had looked up upon her entrance but after a cursory glance returned to their newspapers, conversation or food. The barman watched her hopefully but Lyra had already eaten and didn’t feel like a drink so with an apologetic smile she exited the bar to the back alley where she took her wand out and tapped the correct combination of bricks to let her into Diagon Alley.
Much like The Leaky Cauldron nothing seemed to have changed since Lyra had last visited Diagon Alley. Groups of people, mostly witches, went from one brightly colored shop to the next, a few occasionally dragging children from the enticing store windows. Lyra stepped easily into the flow of traffic, making a beeline for her shop of choice: Flourish and Blots.
Stepping out of the one bedroom London flat she rented in an all-wizard building Lyra adjusted her black purse on her shoulder as she tapped her wand on her door. The locking mechanism clicked softly. Lyra slipped her wand into its holster strapped to her left thigh over her gray jeans and made her way down the stairs to the lobby. The lobby was large, clean and for once miraculously empty save for the doorman snoozing behind his desk. Lyra strode to the fireplace set along the far wall and took a handful of white sand-like powder from a pot on the mantle. Stepping confidently into the fireplace she said, “Diagon Alley,” and threw the floopowder into the fire. Green fire erupted at her feet, reaching up higher and higher until it obscured her view of the lobby. Lyra quickly screwed up her eyes to avoid the ash and dizzying spinning as she was sucked into the floo network.
It felt like several minutes when in reality it was only a few moments before Lyra stumbled out of the fireplace at The Leaky Cauldron. She coughed, ash and cinders filling the air around her, and rubbed her eyes. The Leaky Cauldron hadn’t changed since the last time she had been here. The bar was still polished and the room was still a little hazy, lit by old fashioned brass lamps. Several patrons had looked up upon her entrance but after a cursory glance returned to their newspapers, conversation or food. The barman watched her hopefully but Lyra had already eaten and didn’t feel like a drink so with an apologetic smile she exited the bar to the back alley where she took her wand out and tapped the correct combination of bricks to let her into Diagon Alley.
Much like The Leaky Cauldron nothing seemed to have changed since Lyra had last visited Diagon Alley. Groups of people, mostly witches, went from one brightly colored shop to the next, a few occasionally dragging children from the enticing store windows. Lyra stepped easily into the flow of traffic, making a beeline for her shop of choice: Flourish and Blots.
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