⊰⌏𝕋𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕦𝕞⌌⊱ | Grindelwald [HP]

Diagon Alley

~3100 words

- August 20, 1993 -

Y/N is asleep in his bed, it's the morning of January 1 the sunlight filtered through his curtains dance around his room, creating ripples and patterns on the floor and ceilings. His house is quiet, Aurelius rests on his perch, his eyes shut, wings relaxed and body tucked, releasing small noises softly every few seconds as his feathered chest rises and falls with his breaths. A box falls, seemingly breathing life into his home that morning, painting the walls with sound with a distinct thud at the end. 

Y/N stirs upon it's impact, the box being an impromptu alarm clock of sorts. Being a teenager seemed like an achievement for him, he was thoroughly disappointed when his life seemed the exact same as it did earlier, he assumed being older would grant him a more eventful life, barely a few months ago did his body change slightly, going from a child seemingly cut from a slab of silver, to a young man who would give Dumbledore war flashbacks on first impression. Waking up after a while of trying to get his eyes open was a struggle, his diagon alley shopping was planned for today and the prospect of going to hogwarts in exactly 3 weeks was concerning to him. He was apprehensive thinking about how the headmaster would treat him.

Safe to say, he didn't sleep very well last night. With a good effort he stands up and drinks some water, the liquid finally waking him up, his eyes seeing better, his mouth less dry and his brain ready to go. After a good stretch and nearly tripping over his own feet, he heads to the washroom, brushing his teeth. He finishes and heads back into his room, he wonders what he's going to wear. He decides on a black t shirt and pants, not pajamas, but good enough to outside in. He can't just head into diagon alley in clothes that he would wear to a muggle supermarket so he pairs it with a grey trench coat.

He's looking them over. 'Fine..won't seem underdressed at least...' He mutters under his breath, heading to the shower. He relaxes in there, giving himself at least a little while under the warm water, he slicks back his hair and cleans himself off, getting the dirt of last night's sleep off of his body. After washing his hair and resting for a moment in the hot water, he steps out of the shower, the shower head giving a small creak after being sharply turned off.

He steps out and proceeds to dry himself off, struggling with the water in his hair 'bloody...need a haircut...' he huffs to himself, finally getting all the water off of him. After that he simply washes his face and puts on lotion to not dry himself out. He stares at himself in the mirror a bit, going close to the mirror to inspect his silver eye. 'Contact lens might do me good...nah, I like my eye...it might attract attention though...TCH, i have a headache now...' He argues with himself, debating whether he should cover his eye or not, eventually he decides it's not worth it, getting dressed he gets a t shirt on, puts on his pants, wears socks and a scarf, before putting on his trench coat. He checks on aurelius 'still asleep eh...you'll probably wake when I come back...' he affirms to himself as he gets some floo powder and puts it into his fireplace.

"Diagon Alley!" He booms, loud and clear as he steps into the leaky cauldron. The place is teeming with life already, kids and their parents, teens with their friends and a few witches and wizards having drinks at the tables. He sighs and decides he needs help with the brick wall, making his way over to a boy who looks about his age with his parents.

They see him approach and smile at him, his father adjusting his long silver hair and tapping his cane, his mother analysing him as he approaches. The boy looks at him with a slight sneer, before it fades upon him not recognizing me. The father steps toward Y/N, speaking in a slick and smooth voice, laced with traces of venom "And who might you be, young man...you require help with the brick wall, yes?" Y/N looks to him and nods, speaking "Yes sir, I was wondering how to enter diagon alley..." his Austrian roots present in his sentence, making him sound more like a tourist than anything.