RP: Scouting
Date: June 9, 1998
Characters: Harry Potter, Anyone Else
Location: Diagon Alley
Status: Public
Summary: Harry goes to Diagon to see what he can see.
Completion: Complete
Pink Umbrella. Madam Primpernelle's. Gambol & Japes.
An Empty storefront. Broken glass.
Scribbulus Everchanging Inks. Magical Menagerie. Twilfit & Tattings.
And another two storefronts, empty. Rubble and dust.
Harry ambled along Diagon Alley, hands in pockets as he stopped here and there to see what had changed. Very little hadn't, it seemed. So hard to believe considering that he could still remember, clearly, how it had felt to step from the Muggle world and into this place for the first time, with Hagrid. So much magic in one place, and Diagon had been alive with it.
There were flashes of it still, even now. A lot was still standing, of course, and he already knew that the next time he came back here there would be even more businesses coming back. People were resilient that way, Harry knew. He glanced toward Ollivanders', where Hermione was working even now. It had been far too long since Mr. Ollivander had been able to do what he loved.
He was looking forward to Diagon being the way it was, even just a little, and even if it took a long time. As he looked up and down the cramped street at the buildings, he wondered which place he would be suited for. What sort of work he could do, and who could use help the most. That would do for the short term, he thought.
He came up on Fortescue's and took in the boarded-up windows. With a wistful smile, he remembered the summer before third year, free ice cream from a kind shop owner, and the first taste of freedom he'd ever had, albeit fleeting. A dark metal chair was turned on its side beside a rickety outdoor table. On impulse, Harry turned it upright and took a seat. So much to figure out, but for now he was okay just to sit and watch the people come and go.
Characters: Harry Potter, Anyone Else
Location: Diagon Alley
Status: Public
Summary: Harry goes to Diagon to see what he can see.
Completion: Complete
Pink Umbrella. Madam Primpernelle's. Gambol & Japes.
An Empty storefront. Broken glass.
Scribbulus Everchanging Inks. Magical Menagerie. Twilfit & Tattings.
And another two storefronts, empty. Rubble and dust.
Harry ambled along Diagon Alley, hands in pockets as he stopped here and there to see what had changed. Very little hadn't, it seemed. So hard to believe considering that he could still remember, clearly, how it had felt to step from the Muggle world and into this place for the first time, with Hagrid. So much magic in one place, and Diagon had been alive with it.
There were flashes of it still, even now. A lot was still standing, of course, and he already knew that the next time he came back here there would be even more businesses coming back. People were resilient that way, Harry knew. He glanced toward Ollivanders', where Hermione was working even now. It had been far too long since Mr. Ollivander had been able to do what he loved.
He was looking forward to Diagon being the way it was, even just a little, and even if it took a long time. As he looked up and down the cramped street at the buildings, he wondered which place he would be suited for. What sort of work he could do, and who could use help the most. That would do for the short term, he thought.
He came up on Fortescue's and took in the boarded-up windows. With a wistful smile, he remembered the summer before third year, free ice cream from a kind shop owner, and the first taste of freedom he'd ever had, albeit fleeting. A dark metal chair was turned on its side beside a rickety outdoor table. On impulse, Harry turned it upright and took a seat. So much to figure out, but for now he was okay just to sit and watch the people come and go.