Death Eaters

Chapter 29: Augustus Rookwood

The three of us strutted into Harrods—basically the kind of place where millionaires, multi-millionaires, and billionaires casually shop like it's no big deal. Oh, and you won't even be surprised if you spot a famous celebrity grabbing a luxury handbag or two.

We dove straight into the good stuff! Designer bags, fabulous, racks of gorgeous clothes, glittering jewelry, flawless makeup— basically everything a woman needs (or wants... well, it's the same thing. Right? *wink*). After all that shopping, we were starving and totally wiped out. We definitely earned ourselves a good meal.

Victoria let out an exaggerated sigh, tossing her hair back as if she'd just climbed a mountain. "All that shopping was utterly tiring," she declared, half-dramatic, half-proud—like exhaustion had never looked so fashionable.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head in disbelief upon Victoria's dramatic blabbering. "Stop whining, Victoria! It's sooo annoying." I murmured.

"Oh shut up, [F/n] Juliette Riddle!" Victoria uttered, as she pointed her finger towards my face.

I smacked her hands away from my face, and pointed my finger towards her face. "No—you shut the fuck up!"

She was taken aback when I smacked her and pointed my finger across her face. She too, did the same afterwards. "You don't get to shut me up! I'm older than you!"

"And I don't give a damn fuck about who's who! You should keep your mouth close, for Merlin's sake! It reeks of ruckus,"

As we continued mumbling, and arguing—basically just throwing off insults at one another. Hermione was gazing around her, seeing that there were a lot of people, she was frightened and worried about the thought of us causing a scene in a public place. Therefore, she decided to intervene our argument and put an end to it.

(For the record—it was getting sort of humiliating, after all we were arguing outside and in front harrods. An exclusive place for exclusive people! And yes, we were one of those exlusive—entitled people. So, all this behavior and all this commotion was not it for harrods.)

"I think it's better if we just find someplace to eat, right?" Hermione said with a faint beam, tryna lighten up the mood.

"Well, do you know a fancy restaurant here in Euston?" Victoria glanced at Hermione and asked her, whilst we start walking by the side of the road.

Hermione looked back with a flushed face and tried to think of a possible place to eat, but was left with empty notions. Thus, she replied shyly. "Honestly, I don't,"

"How about Savoir Faire?" I suggested.

"That's on New Oxford Street." Victoria spoke.

"It's just a 10 minute travel."

Victoria rolled her eyes, "Uh-huh, by a muggle vehicle."

I tutted in absolute annoyance, then shrugged it off since it wasn't worth the argument. "How about by bus?"

"Perhaps it'll take about 5 minutes before we get there— well, if by bus," Hermione added.

Me and Victoria glared at one another, indicating a look of mutual understanding—or perhaps a silent agreement like, "I guess that'll do". We both shared a shrug and lips twitching in sync, eventually, we decided we were going to take the bus on the way to New Oxford Street. And so—the three of us stood by the curb, eyes fixed on the road ahead, waiting for the bus to roll up. If you guys think we were riding on a muggle transportation... you thought wrong. We are actually riding on the Knight Bus. And, Fyi.. It only appears if a witch or wizard is in need of an urgent transportation, just stick your wand out by the curb and—poof! There it is!