Priya followed her teammates into the Leaky Cauldron, forever rolling her eyes at the name. It had sounded wrong when she was fifteen and visiting for the first time, and it sounded wrong now as she was made to visit once more. Then again, very little was right in this city. The air was full of muggle pollution, the people unfriendly and the local food was truly atrocious. So bland.
Incidentally, that was an excellent description of her ex. A Londoner by birth. At least she's not bitter.
Luckily for the professional keeper, her eye rolling and general attitude were hidden away behind large expensive sunglasses. She offered her name to the lady at the desk, a curt "Priya Malviya, I'm with them", but it was hard to maintain her signature grump act when they were here for such a happy occasion. A chance to stick elbows in some international ribs and win the Quidditch World cup, no less! Only her biggest dream since she'd first picked up a quaffle.
Priya adjusted the bag she had slung over her shoulder, and smirked a little at Aparna. "Would hungry for blood count as excited?" Because that's exactly how she's feeling at the present moment. That, and perhaps craving a butterbeer. It's the one single thing she enjoys about London, the neverending supply of that golden, sugary goodness.
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