Post by irina graciela villarreal on Oct 25, 2010 19:44:47 GMT -5
;;i. g. VILLARREAL;;
Muggle London had an appeal that Diagon Alley simply lacked. It was so much larger, confusing and easy to get lost in - a monster made of brick, steel and glass. The streets displayed all sorts of ingenious devices that Muggles had created out of necessity; cars, phones, escalators and automatic doors were just fine examples of brilliance that Muggles now took for granted. The street were bare of magical enchantments, but they had their own charms.
Since her twelfth birthday, Irina had discovered that she was able to slip away unseen through the back door on Saturday mornings, go through the enchanted entrance and exit into Muggle London by way of the Leaky Cauldron with relative ease. Once there, she was free to do as she wished until lunchtime, which in her household was around 4 o'clock.
The brunette found herself wandering the streets on that morning, as per usual. She had been out for an hour already, savoring the freedom of the streets. Irina had had breakfast at a small cheap café that quite obviously mistook her for a broke student, if the discount she always received gave any indication. She didn't bother to correct them because, as far as she was concerned, that was exactly her case. So she continued to sip her coffee, without any sort of remorse.
Coffee was something she rarely could delight in. Her mother had prohibited her from drinking it ever since the Healers had named caffeine a detriment to her condition. Irina could give up the fizzy drinks she had like as a little kid, but coffee was too delicious for words. Her family had a penchant for coffee, expensive imported coffee that is. There was entire shelf dedicated to bags of roasted beans sent over from South America. And all of it was kept away from Irina. She scowled at the thought.
But then her features contorted in surprise. The beat of her heart in the cavern of her chest had become irregular,and she recognized this phenomenon for what it was. A palpitation.
She mad her way to the entrance steps of a building, moving carefully as to not make it worse, as sat down slowly on the stone steps. Her precautions were useless as her chest panged in pain. Irina clenched her jaw resiliently - this had been the worse one yet. She massaged the area with palm of her hand, trying to ease the pain away.
Damn coffee.
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