Wand Hopping ; D.M.

𝐶𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡

Elsie Granger

Draco and I woke up, half dressed and half not to hear Narcissa's shoes entering the manor. Shit.

We both sprung from the bed and went into his ensuite bathroom to shower. I know that having the house to ourselves meant that we could do whatever, but I don't want her to see anything that she shouldn't have to.

What she doesn't know won't hurt her.

The shower wasn't as fun as last night was, mainly because we felt rushed to finish showering and getting dressed. We were also beginning to get hungry and the faster we shower, the sooner we can eat.

When we're rushing to shower quickly, we realize the shower isn't actually as spacious as it seems. Draco reached for the body soap and I reached for the conditioner, and we got in the way of each other.

After we were now showered, he dressed himself in gray sweatpants and a long sleeved top. I dressed in the clothes I had worn last night as that was my only real option. I could have asked Draco for something to wear, but he would have handed me pants that would be too long and too uncomfortable.

That was only because Draco's father had made him wear suits or fancy clothing his entire life. He had limited numbers of casual clothing or lounge wear.

Narcissa was too hungover to cook this morning, but the maid was up for the task. She cooked scrambled eggs alongside toast and sausage.

You would think that after the wizarding world being around for an eternity that there would be some magical fix for a hangover. I had gotten used to the pain and headache that comes with them, but it seemed that Narcissa hadn't.

We ate in silence, not because we did not want to speak, but so we would not worsen Narcissa's headache. I said goodbye to the three of them before apparating back to Diagon Alley. There, I dressed in clean clothes and lounged on my sofa, trying to brainstorm how I should spend the day.

I only get two days off of work a week and somehow cannot find anything to do on those days. If I made a trip to the muggle world, there may be something there to occupy me. It's odd how boring the magical world can become and how fascinating the muggle world can seem. Imagine the muggles found out about us. They would be beyond fascinated! Or maybe they would want to start a war because they fear us and what we can do.

That will never happen because muggles will never find out about us. And if they ever do, we can obliviate every muggle, one-by-one if we need to. There aren't that many of them anyway.

I decided to go to the muggle world anyway. Maybe there I won't be so bored and uninspired.

As I stepped into London, the noise of the busy streets filled with muggle cars was overwhelming. I had never seen so many cars at once. Checking my watch it read a few minutes past eight am.

Remind me to never come to London at such an early hour.

I wandered the streets, looking like a lost tourist before I spotted an art studio. A sign on the door mentioned the times of the classes, nine am on Sundays, noon on Saturdays, six pm on Mondays and a model needed. I must have stood looking at the studio for some time because a woman approached me from behind.

"Are you interested in signing up for a class?" She asked.

"Oh, uh. No, I was just reading the sign."

"You've been standing here for at least ten minutes now, are you sure?" She unlocked the door and waited patiently for my answer.

"What is this model needed? How much do you pay?"