Post by Deleted on May 1, 2022 22:59:00 GMT -7
March 26, 2027
It was Good Friday, and Oliwia was home from Beauxbatons for Easter. She was relieved to be back in England, especially because her mother had agreed to meet her in London first instead of going all the way to Newcastle. While that might have seemed counterintuitive, it wasn't. Her mother was a Muggle, and it was much easier to get to spend some time in London, where most of Britain's magical community seemed to be based. There were ways around taking the train from Newcastle to London and back; the Knight Bus was one of them, but it was all more complicated to be underage and from non-magical parentage. Unlike many of her peers, her mother couldn't just Apparate from one place to the next.
After stopping at Gringotts to convert her French Bezants to boring British pounds—so-called "Muggle money"—Oliwia knew that she would need to head back through Diagon Alley and out into Muggle London to meet up with her mother, who was due to arrive soon at King's Cross. She approached the pub from the back and followed inside after an older witch, finding it strange to be back "home", in a way.
Despite how much she had never been a fan of Hogwarts (or the magical world half the time), France was so different, so… stuffy. The Etiquette lessons at Beauxbatons weren't going to do her any good, and she knew it. She was a Polish Geordie witch who'd been transplanted to France because her only other realistic option was to cross an ocean. Fitting in there was impossible. At least the Leaky Cauldron felt familiar, which was weird to say about a pub-slash-inn where the patrons were all more magical than she felt. Over at a table a few paces away, two goblins appeared to be haggling over something. Turning her head, a table of Druids were conversing in what she knew must have been Brasilic. Even a few years before, Oliwia would have been in awe, but it all seemed exceptionally normal.
It didn't make straddling two worlds any simpler, though, especially when she pulled her mobile phone out of her backpack to find that it was dead. She didn't have one of those nice ones that didn't do strange things around magic, and she immediately regretted it. Needing some way to get in touch with her mother, she looked around the pub. Someone had to have a phone that she could borrow.
OOC: OPEN!
After stopping at Gringotts to convert her French Bezants to boring British pounds—so-called "Muggle money"—Oliwia knew that she would need to head back through Diagon Alley and out into Muggle London to meet up with her mother, who was due to arrive soon at King's Cross. She approached the pub from the back and followed inside after an older witch, finding it strange to be back "home", in a way.
Despite how much she had never been a fan of Hogwarts (or the magical world half the time), France was so different, so… stuffy. The Etiquette lessons at Beauxbatons weren't going to do her any good, and she knew it. She was a Polish Geordie witch who'd been transplanted to France because her only other realistic option was to cross an ocean. Fitting in there was impossible. At least the Leaky Cauldron felt familiar, which was weird to say about a pub-slash-inn where the patrons were all more magical than she felt. Over at a table a few paces away, two goblins appeared to be haggling over something. Turning her head, a table of Druids were conversing in what she knew must have been Brasilic. Even a few years before, Oliwia would have been in awe, but it all seemed exceptionally normal.
It didn't make straddling two worlds any simpler, though, especially when she pulled her mobile phone out of her backpack to find that it was dead. She didn't have one of those nice ones that didn't do strange things around magic, and she immediately regretted it. Needing some way to get in touch with her mother, she looked around the pub. Someone had to have a phone that she could borrow.
OOC: OPEN!
