 :3 Kimothée Chalamet • The UWU Agenda • Once Baby, Now Trouble • All Growed Up
Ask anyone who knew Nikita Vitvinina-Grahn about her potential location anywhere in the world, and Diagon Alley wouldn't be in the top ten list. Maybe not even the top twenty - but here she was today. Let the record show, however, that she didn't hate the Alley. It simply was not her first choice to run to, but since she'd started her university studies in muggle Oxford, it ought not to be a surprise that she would sometimes yearn for a magical atmosphere. She was a long way from Oxford, but Nikita always had plenty of reasons to find herself in London anyway.
Besides, since it wasn't the summer break yet - although it certainly would be a few days from now when the Hogwarts kids arrive - Nikita did not have to deal with the surge of foot traffic that consisted of teenagers and parents alike. She did not hate people, but oh how quickly an introvert could get overwhelmed amid a sea of bodies pushing past each other. The best time to be here, if any, was now.
Vaguely remembering that there was a café in the Alley - and not knowing which part it was, wanting to avoid talking to strangers if she could manage - Nikita was relieved to see she'd chosen the correct end to venture. The south side. She'll have to remember that now, can't miss the moving stag on the logo. She would not have minded walking the entirety of the Alley if it came to it for she could entertain herself by observing people and window shopping along the way. Happy chances.
How she wished the coffee wouldn't disappoint her. A lady would never admit, but she was quite the coffee snob. But if she got herself a safe order, perhaps a latte, then could it really go so wrong? (Yes, some cafés can in fact ruin a simple latte, but she shall keep her sentiments to herself.) She could sit outside too and read whilst indulging in some people-watching. Now that's a plan.
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