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hogwashWho: Zacharias & Open
What: A return of sorts
Where: Diagon Alley
When: Wednesday afternoon
Rating: PG-13 (Just in case. He's got a potty mouth)
Zacharias was back in Diagon Alley for the first time in a long almost four years. He looked around at the shops. Well, at least everything looked like it was back to normal. Well, back to some semblance of normal. What was normal, anyway? Why in all of Merlin's name was he choosing now to be so...philosophical? He hadn't a clue. He cleared his throat, slipping into a shop to grab a coffee. He made sure to order it to go so he wouldn't have to sit around anywhere in particular and stare at people or have them stare at him. He didn't take well to being stared at.
He ran his fingers through his hair, wondering what to do now. He ambled past the shops, glancing idly at ads and random other things in the windows. He paused for a moment at Flourish and Blotts, noting the "Help Wanted" sign. "Fancy that." Well, if he was going to stay, he supposed he could just transfer over to magical books. Magical books were maybe even a little more fun than Muggle books. However, Muggle books were much less likely to bite you. His mind wandered back to the year that Hagrid had asked them to buy that book about monsters and it had nearly bitten him a million times.
"This is so strange," he said to no one in particular as he took a sip from his coffee and looked around. Well, at least no one was staring, right?
What: A return of sorts
Where: Diagon Alley
When: Wednesday afternoon
Rating: PG-13 (Just in case. He's got a potty mouth)
Zacharias was back in Diagon Alley for the first time in a long almost four years. He looked around at the shops. Well, at least everything looked like it was back to normal. Well, back to some semblance of normal. What was normal, anyway? Why in all of Merlin's name was he choosing now to be so...philosophical? He hadn't a clue. He cleared his throat, slipping into a shop to grab a coffee. He made sure to order it to go so he wouldn't have to sit around anywhere in particular and stare at people or have them stare at him. He didn't take well to being stared at.
He ran his fingers through his hair, wondering what to do now. He ambled past the shops, glancing idly at ads and random other things in the windows. He paused for a moment at Flourish and Blotts, noting the "Help Wanted" sign. "Fancy that." Well, if he was going to stay, he supposed he could just transfer over to magical books. Magical books were maybe even a little more fun than Muggle books. However, Muggle books were much less likely to bite you. His mind wandered back to the year that Hagrid had asked them to buy that book about monsters and it had nearly bitten him a million times.
"This is so strange," he said to no one in particular as he took a sip from his coffee and looked around. Well, at least no one was staring, right?
