As you walk through the brick archway, the sheer pressure of people is suffocating. The cobblestone street clicks under your heels as you squeeze down the street. A stumpy witch, with a kind, round face and wearing an emerald hat, bumps into you, while a tall, balding wizard pushes past carrying a perturbed-looking owl. You pass through the initial crowd, moving toward your shopping destination. Down a snickelway lies Knockturn Alley.
Having been taken out shopping with her mother, Grace was holding her hand tightly, watching everything around her with wide eyes, taking everything in. Before anyone could do anything, Grace stopped mid-step, freezing as she looked around, taking into account the repaired buildings. She begun to shake and let out voiceless sounds in distress, clinging even tighter to Kamille.
The biggest difference between London and her home was that she had no one to trail her around carry her bags for her. She didn't mean a minion, she just meant a...butler or whatever you call them. Employees. Maids. Servants. People you pay to do your bidding. In London, Bat didn't have that thus she was forced to carry her own bags. Furthermore, she has to walk on foot here. Did anyone care about how tired they're going to be in an hour or so? Obviously not, or magical London would have made some sort of transportation system through diagon alley.
It was an uncharacteristically warm summer, and she hated living with her cousins, had no intention of visiting her parents in jail, and in all honesty - wanted a stiff drink and a cigarette. Unfortunately, she's underage. So she instead could be found people-watching from a bench in North Side of the popular Wizarding High street. Her eyes fall upon the striking young princess, having recognised her from daily prophet articles. But Whitney's not an idiot. She sits from afar and watches the poor girl fluster about with her myriad of bags.
She should have dragged Davu with her and made him carry all this stuff. The world tells her that's the role a man has-carry everything for the ladies-so she may as well take advantage of it. Woman suffered enough under the patriarchy so Bat may as well use it to help her. Maybe she should ask one of the men around her to carry it. Surely a wink and a smile will do it. Men are suckers for that sort of stuff, aren't they? Eventually, she made it to a bench and dumped all the stuff onto the free space, carefully making sure they weren't touching the other girl sitting on it. Bat didn't trust the people here. Who knew what they would try.
She leans across to the girl, who has now moved her stuff next to her. "Hi sweetie, are you okay? Have you got far to go?" She asks, her voice containing no tinge of sarcasm or irony. This was Whitney's shtick. Kill 'em with fake kindness.
Bat had watched way too many reality tv shows to trust 'sweetie' and her eyes slowly slid onto the other girl to blink over at her before her own lips pulled into a smile. "Nothing I can't handle...darling," she responded, adding on the last word after only a seconds worth of hesitation, "sitting here long? Has to be a little boring."
She smirked. "I'm surprised you Royal Dignitaries don't have people to carry your stuff for you...." She muses, "But people watching is in my top 3 summer activities. The others are daytime drinking and planning total world domination."
She paused. This was unexpected. She didn't usually get recognised and found herself delighted that she was. "Only in Lesotho," she responded with a shrug, "parents decided to cut down when we moved to London. World domination, huh? Good luck with that," she said with a snicker, believing it to be a joke.
"I don't know...I like a change of pace. I like the crowds, the urban life. I'd hate to be stuck in one place for my entire life," she said with a shrug, "and guess minister of magic is on your list of to dos?"
Roy was walking down the street with his bag from the potion shop, he hoped that he'd have enough time to get something to eat before he headed home. But he just had no idea where to go, since it had been years since he came to Diagon Alley. "There's so many people here..."
He stopped to glance down at his phone, trying to figure out the directions to get out of here. He turned around to take a step, only to bump right into Anthony. "Oi!" He yelped, dropping his bag and glass could be heard shattering as the potions spilled out. "Aw viens! Je viens d'acheter ceux!" He said sadly in French.
There was a lot of people at Diagonal Alley and even then, Anthony had never expected to run into anyone. Then again he really wasn’t paying much attention. Upon hearing the shattering glass and the boys word, Anthony immediately felt bad. “Je suis désolé, je serais plus qu'heureux de vous aider à acheter plus.” he voiced back while gazing at the boy then down to his bag.
Roy was surprised to hear Anthony speak in French, a little caught off guard. "Are you French too?" He asked curiously, wondering if maybe he was. It was a little rare to meet someone who spoke French. "And um, if you just gave me like two galleons that should be fine... It was mostly my fault anyways,"
His head moved in a gentle shaking motion. “No I’m actually from the UK, after my years at Hogwarts though, I spent a lot of time traveling” Anthony then reached for his wallet, continuing his speech as he did so. “I stayed in France for a while and studied the language.” He explained before handing Roy the currency and smiling. “Again, I’m really sorry.”
He took the money a little hesitantly, “Hey you don’t really need to pay me, it’s really no trouble.” He told Anthony, feeling a little bad. “Ah, same here.. But I moved to France when I was young so it’s more of my home then England,”
Anthony shook his head at the others words. “It’s alright, I feel bad for my part and honestly, moneys not much of an issue.” His statement wasn’t meant to sound like he was bragging but, he’d understand if it was taken that way. “Anthony Bostwick by the way. And you are?”
Roy wished he could sound that confident about money, it wasn't that he was poor but he certainly wasn't well off. "Roy Maddox, nice to meet you... Well, more like nice to run into you," He said in a teasing manner.
His lips pulled up into a gentle smile, a chuckle escaping his lips just afterwards. "Nice running into you too." Anthony replied, offering his hand out to the other male. "It's nice to know there are a few friendly faces in this sea of people."