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—— GRIMMAULD; 𝟬𝟭𝟬 「❀」| 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣 . 𝟭𝟬
╔═══*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*═══╗ THE ONE WITH THE MISSING AUNT ╚═══*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*═══╝
❰ 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗋𝖽 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 ❱
——WHEN ELIZA GOT OUT OF THE YELLOW TAXI AND INTO THE DARK ALLEY WAY IN LONDON, SHE DIDNT GO STRAIGHT TO HER FATHERS CHILDHOOD HOUSE.but instead, went into a corner shop nearby, got a fresh pack of cigarettes that a dog wouldn't 'accidentally' throw in a lake, a glass filled to the brim with red - wine, and a lighter.
"you don't look old enough to buy these sorry," the shop - owner looked old, wrinkly with grey hair, he was dress in sort of a blue and white plaid top, and black trousers. he snatched the three items and stuffed them behind him, on a shelf.
when he turned back around, he saw an older woman, clearly the same as before, but old, her hair had changed and started with white and then went back into brown, and he chin had dropped, they eyebags under her eyes were evident. she smiled sweetly.
"i'm — what — i —" the shop - owner, named bert, suddenly stumbled over his words.
"you might want to get yours eyes check, sir," said eliza, in a croaked voice.
"yes — yes, er — sorry, ma'am" he stuttered, allowing eliza to hand him the exact amount of money and handed her the three items back, "good day, m — ma'am . . ."
eliza waved, smirking evilly as she changed back to her normal self with ease, and dropped the items into her backpack and swung it around her shoulder, still dressed in the white dress.
about thirty minutes later, she'd gotten halfway to her destination, the sign, number twelve, grimmauld place, shimmered in the distance as she leaned against a brick wall and caught her breath, resisting the urge to whip out a cigarette, that wouldnt help.
and, yet again, she set off, panting and till carrying the heavy back on her shoulder that clunked around.
after another thirty minutes or so, she was outside of two buildings, both of the front gardens had broken grass, split in the middle, oddly.
repeating the words from a small piece of paper, the ground suddenly shook, and her eyes suddenly snapped to the woman reading in the next block, but she seemed to show no sign of movement as her eyes stayed studying on her book, and the ground stopped moving, and when she looked back, the new land had suddenly covered the split in between both blocks, and she followed her gaze all the way up the new house, it was old, and grimy, covered in moss and mould, but, still, she stepped onto the grounds.
