03. London Calling

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every little thing
part one, crimes of grindelwald
chapter three, london calling

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WITH A SUDDEN JOLT, Ada released her dark eyes from beneath the squeezed shut eyelids that half them captive. Opening them, she saw the surroundings of Green Park materialise around her. To say, she had never really been one for Portkey travelling, was an understatement, she much preferred Apparating and Disapparating but business was business and what business wants, business gets.

       She blinked hard a few more times in attempt to wake herself up and stabilise herself a little more, clutching her luggage tight in her hand.

       It was a dreary day, but she didn't expect much more from the the Old Smoke, at least the greenery of her surroundings wasn't lost in the meek weather; its natural beauty succeeding in putting a small smile on her features.

       The sound of a sharp cough brought her out of her brief daze, as some Portkey officials attempted to hurry up along the arrivals.

       The group she'd arrived in was only small one of five; a stout man with balding hair whose breath wreaked of cigarettes, his wife a woman in her late fifties wearing a bright blue feather boa, a boy no more than sixteen who kept to himself and kept cracking his knuckles and finally a young gentleman with a kind smile who had helped Ada and offered her a toffee when she felt ill.

       The officials quickly checked the travel documents of each passenger in turn as well as their means of identification before letting them on their way into the city, in the most discreet and quiet way possible.

       Ada was last in the line, watching as one of the officials, a man with a thick moustache retrieved the out of use Portkey, an old rubber glove and tucked it into his pocket, no doubt to be taken back to the Ministry to be recycled and administered.

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