 Anyone? Whoop!Phyre || ❤LiliAnzaScarNatAmyEmi || Professional Vigilante || The Flying Tomato
Aveira stormed into the first muggle restaurant she saw upon exiting Diagon Alley. SHe had wanted to eat at the Leaky, but was run out by a very persistent Pierce. And since then... Well, for once she really, really wanted the company of muggles. Muggles who were blind, muggles who weren't allowed to see the things she had seen. Muggles who thought she was just another freak in their world, dressed like a fifties suit and skirt model. Well, personally, she liked the bar in her blazer and... Oh, nevermind that. They could stare all they wanted. At least she wasn't in the clothes she would normally wear home Romania. Now that would be a sight for muggle eyes...
Being sat down at a table for two, she looked around and noticed that she wasn't the only witchy one in here. It was a rather subtle difference between the muggles and the witches and wizards. They all knew to blend in. But all the same, she could spot each and every one of their wands, seeing the familiar, slight bulges in pants pockets, the same design of belt holster as the one she had, the look and feel of magic that only graced those gifted with it. She was used to looking for such things - or perhaps the lack thereof - and it came naturally. It wasn't spying or snooping... as much...
Sitting and drumming her fingers on the table top, she waited for a waitor to take her order. After the mug of mulled mead she had in the Leaky, she decided to order a tall glass of water (hold the ice, but keep the lemon wedge) and a small order of fish and chips. Then, waving the server away, she reclined back and sighed to herself. What now?
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