𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥 [h. potter]

----- 𝐈𝐈 | 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬

『 warnings: none :) 』

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❝ you feel like home

and everywhere i've never been

all at once. ❞

- butterflies rising

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LONDON, SUNDAY, AUGUST 29, 1993

THE WALK TO THE LEAKY CAULDRON wasn't anywhere near as miserable as Elizabeth's walk to the bookstore. The wind had died down significantly, meaning Elizabeth and Camille didn't even need the hairbrush they had brought along when they finally stepped inside the warm, cozy pub. The restaurant was packed, almost every table occupied, illuminated by the late afternoon sunlight, which filtered in through raised windows on the cream-colored walls. The sounds of drinks being poured, knives scraping plates, and people chatting with each other filled the room as Elizabeth and Camille worked their way through the crowded pub, at last reaching the back door, through which the pair would be able to access Diagon Alley.

Plunged back into the chilly September air as she opened the heavy wooden door, Elizabeth walked over to the brick wall, pulling out her long, slender wand to tap a pattern on the bricks, which would reveal the hidden magical outpost. Elizabeth reminisced on buying her wand as she looked at it for a moment. She could still remember the day she got it like it was yesterday. Ollivander gave her six different wands to try. The first five resulted in a scattering of papers, boxes flying off the shelves, the bursting of a lightbulb, the burning of a hole in the floor, and the breaking of a window, respectively. It wasn't until Ollivander handed her a long wand, ash, with unicorn hair, 11 3/4", and mildly flexible, painted black with silver stars, that nothing horrific happened. In fact, a soft light started glowing as she held it up, and a stream of golden sparks shot from the end when she gave it a slight flick. Elizabeth loved her wand, not only for the magic it helped her do but also because it was unique and absolutely beautiful. Few wands were painted like hers; most were left with a natural wooden finish, but hers was different, and she loved that about it.

She tapped the brick wall with her wand in the necessary pattern before the bricks, one by one, began shifting, creating a sizeable archway that led into the most magical place in London: Diagon Alley.

There were very few feelings that could compare to the feeling of walking into Diagon Alley. The air buzzed with a certain warmth, a magic that couldn't be felt anywhere other than Hogwarts. Children ran past shops, darting from one storefront to another, pointing out brooms and robes and toys to their parents, who lagged behind as they struggled to carry the weight of the bags from their various purchases. Older witches and wizards caught up with each other in hushed tones on the edges of the street, and fireworks whizzed through the air, bursting after they'd grown bored with flying.