Post by mina pandora oliveira on Dec 23, 2016 0:39:03 GMT -7
Three in the morning, a muggle diner. The Wulfe girl had found herself stumbling around the streets of London after a night out with her friends, or who she thought were her friends. She wasn’t sure yet. At some point they had either ditched her completely or she had managed to get separated from them. No matter, she would have vanished from their side eventually. That was the fun thing about hanging out with muggles, they always came back later on and were surprised at how she just “disappeared” suddenly and without warning, almost like magic. Probably because it was. Mina had no qualms with disapparating so close to muggles, they were drunk beyond belief most of the time anyways, so they wouldn’t remember anything. And if they did, she’d erase their memories. No biggie. Was that legal? Most likely not. What the Ministry didn’t know didn’t hurt them.
Anyways, it was three in the morning and Mina was bombed out of her mind like usual. Whenever she had done this in America, she had always been dragged to an all-night diner and would be forced to stuff herself full with breakfast food. Soaked up the alcohol or something. Luckily there was one on her walk home so she ducked inside. She could see herself becoming a regular here. It was clean, and the food was pretty good. Cheap too. The only thing was that she had to remember to hand over muggle currency at the end of her meal instead of her galleons. She had made that mistake once and was given the strangest look ever. As if being drunk wasn’t bad enough already.
Sliding into a booth, Mina was greeted by a menu and she quickly ordered everything she could read through her hazy eyes. A cup of tea and water was placed in front of her after a while, she wasn’t sure how long, and eventually there was food too. Lots of it. That was perfect. Drunkenly smiling at the plates in front of her, she dug in, starting with what looked like French toast. Whatever it was, it was pretty damn good. Food would keep her occupied until she sobered up a little more and could stumble back home. That way Callisto wouldn’t be too pissed at her.