𝕴t was the next day. Friday. THE Friday. The day you would meet Lucius Malfoy for what was probably the first time. Though the first time as an adult, without a doubt.
You'd been restless since the second you opened your eyes that morning!
Given that people say time goes by painfully slowly when waiting for something, the day went by in a flash.
Some meals in the Great Hall here, some teaching there, and then some studying, and it was time to get ready.
Well, it was time to get ready to make some preparations, at least…
You'd left all your fancy expensive clothes for special occasions in your vault at Gringotts, along with your late father's collection of rare books, scrolls, and artefacts, so you had to make a trip to go get them.
Good thing going there actually wasn't a detour, as the brewery you'd meet Mr. Malfoy at was not terribly far from it.
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…Diagon Alley… Central London…
Quite the distance to get to know someone over dinner… — if you weren't a witch, of course.
Unfortunately, using the Floo Network from and to Hogwarts had to be ruled out, and you, embarrassingly enough, weren't safe enough on a broom to travel the distance that way.
You hadn't received your Apparition license yet either, so Professor Snape had kindly offered to take you with him, as he had some errands to run in the city.
And since you thought you could pay Neekey a visit the following day, wherever she was, you booked yourself a hotel room.
That way, you could take the Hogwarts Express back to the castle the next morning.
A perfect plan!
…If everything went accordingly, that is…
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"Will you come now?!" Snape chivied you tartly. "Apparition might be fast, but even that has its limitations."
He was wearing casual clothes that were hardly distinguishable from his usual robes, topped with a woollen coat and a scarf. All black of course, though he would disagree if asked.
He would tell you some of his clothes were not black, but a deep violet. Honestly, you couldn't see it.
"Coming!" you called, rounding the corner with your baggage for the overnight stay.
