Post by finn kylie nottingham on Sept 25, 2017 21:46:50 GMT -7
It was too warm out already. She didn’t care if it was the end of April. The fact remained that the sun was out, and it was beating down on her and scorching her skin. The drastic change from the mild, rainy winter to this was too much for her. Northeast America had a much more gradual change, and Finn was starting to miss that a little bit. Luckily there was a fix to the heat: ice cream. She had stumbled across the family run store during her first week in London, sometimes back in January, and had yet to visit it. She didn’t need to be cooled down when it was already chilly out. Today was a different story though, and currently she was heading from her apartment to Diagon Alley. It was always an adventure, going from her typical no-maj apartment building to the strange alleyways that formed the magical shopping center. No one had told her that the infamous Diagon Alley was going to look like something straight out of a fairytale. New York City had its own quirks when it came to magic, but it was all about knowing the right kind of buildings and the shops that occupied them. There was more crossover with the no-maj shops. Just that only a tourist would ever wander into a shop for witches and wizards, and even then, they would never find anything that would cause a problem. Here though, if someone wasn’t careful, the entire magical community in London would be exposed. She supposed that could be applied to New York as well, but since it had never happened during her time there, there really wasn’t a reason to worry.
Walking through the pub that separated the non-magic from the magic, she was blasted by the mystical sight of Diagon Alley once again. A lot of time had been spent here so far; there were various stores that she had her eye on for black market deals and other things. Most of it had nothing to do with her long term goals, but it was still good to have a list of those that were breaking the rules. Since she wasn’t currently associated with any law enforcement agency, it was slightly easier to get shopkeepers to admit what they were selling behind locked doors. That and her being an American apparently meant that they were fine with giving her the details. As if she would ever travel all the way to London just to get better deals on black market supplies. Apparently they had never heard of Louisiana. New Orleans was a hot bed of dark magic and other oddities. Now that she thought of it, it was probably better that they avoided that kind of stuff. Not even MACUSA truly understood what was going on down in the bayous. It was probably better that way.
Slowing to a walk as she entered the throng of shoppers, Finn eyed a few window displays as she went on her way. There were a few things she was still missing since her move. Why it had taken her four months to realize that, she didn’t know. Every time she came through Diagon Alley, there was always something else. Thankfully a lot of money had been put into savings prior to moving, and her apartment was cheap. Stopping in front of a display for Quidditch jerseys, she pushed past a few people to get close enough to read the names. Eventually she’d get around to watching a match live.