The Assistant

The Leaky Cauldron

I walked through the old wooden-floored building to my room, when I walked through the door with the rustic golden number "11" on it, it suddenly smelt cozy. Like sitting by a winter campfire, trying to stay warm. The bronze-ish golden headboard, shimmering in the sunlight through the drapes. The architecture was beautiful, I looked up at the aged oak wooden beams admiring it all. The headboard was beautiful, it looked aged, at least 100 years. I stood there fully consumed in the beauty of it all, there was a pale yellow quilt sitting on the bed. I closed the door and laid on the bed, it felt good to lay down after the long flight. The quilt was warm, that room was just so, comforting. I wanted to stay there forever, then I remembered that I was supposed to get freshened up for dinner. So, I got up, stretched, and went to get ready for dinner.

I didn't want to dress up too much, just a little. I opened my shiny black suitcase, unlocked the golden lock on the side, and opened it. As soon as I opened the suitcase, it smelled like my apartment, and I smiled. I pulled out a white turtle neck with a beige Ralph Lauren blazer, then pulled out black dress pants and some black Doc Martens, straightened my hair, put on some mascara and perfume, then left my room to meet Minerva.

"Ah y/n, there you are, dear!"

"Yes,"

I said with a giggle,

"Sorry, it took so long Minerva."

"Why that's quite alright dear, Hagrid only left a minute ago."

I smiled at her,

"Well, shall we eat?"

she said softly,

"We shall."

We sat down at a table and ordered, I got soup and salad while she got bangers and mash. We ate over conversation, she asked about America and my mom. I felt bad, she said she missed her but didn't know what to say. I nodded in agreement, after dinner we had a drink and both went off to bed. 

"Goodnight Minerva, see you in the morning. Sleep well."

"Goodnight dear, you too."

Then we parted to our rooms, I couldn't stop thinking about Dawson