Time for a bit of shopping and a nice day. [open]

[Daniel Halford]

Naturally, even though being a wizard was quite fun, nothing seemed to ever beat going back to how he was brought up and going back to doing a bit of shopping in the London high streets. He had a few shopping bags in his hands, all from shops with grim names and grim fonts on the bags. Inside contained a variety of alternative clothing, including quite a few pairs of bondage pants, his favorite type. A new pair he had just bought had chains, spikes and metal rings on the sides. The moment he saw them, he fell in love. How he managed to afford the amount of clothing? His parents debit card. How else? Of course, they still trusted him enough not to spend over £500 at a time. Of course, other people would ask how come he's allowed to spend that much at a time. Only because he doesn't usually spend money, and £500 is nothing compared to his siblings and how much of a bill they rack up, so it's only natural he get to be treated by his parents.

Wearing his black leather trench coat, a pair of plain black trousers and his 'Eluveitie' band t- shirt, he marched down the streets of London, equipped with his wand, incase he got attacked by another wizard or witch, but he had it well hidden, and anyone who might see it might just think he is a bit special, or is on his way to a Cos-play event. He didn't really care what other people thought, but he was hoping to see someone he knew, maybe from Hogwarts. Even if it meant just seeing their face, then he wouldn't feel so alone. Heck, he didn't even have to know them. He saw a Costa Coffee shop, and he immediately diverted to it, walking in and ordering a Hot Chocolate with marshmallows, cream and chocolate sprinkles. Once receiving the drink, he took a seat just outside of the shop, and allowed himself to unwind and breathe for a few minutes. Sure, it was warmish, but it wasn't warm enough to order a cold drink, in his opinion anyway. It didn't take long for him to see some drama. The streets of London, something he didn't ever forget, and didn't think he would, either. The fights between half witted chavs.
"Oi mate, bring it on."
"Yeah mate. You walk away"
" I aint walking away from no idiot, init blud"

The typical argument cries from the chavs of London, something he knew he would just have to giggle at and ignore. It didn't take them long to notice him giggling, then they started shouting at him. He placed his hands on the table, then grabbed his hot chocolate, shook his head and walked right past them, not afraid at all. he knew that they would probably end up following him, and that's what they did. He soon turned around and told them to stop following him, or he was going to get nasty. They continued to follow him down a back alley, where he walked onto another main road, but not where the chavs usually go, due to the crowd there. A lot of the crowd were a bunch of people out to get most of the chavs, and out to put their foot down on gang violence. Of course, he had no intention to attack them, as that would just prove to them that they had got the better of him, and that' something he didn't want them to see. Soon, he blended back into the normal high streets of London, where people just minded their own business, and he sat down on a bench in Hyde Park, not far from the Costa Coffee shop.

The birds seemed to sing to him, and one or two rabbits hopped into the trees. Of course, then there were the children playing, and the sun beating down on them, then the parents who had their children on a pic-nic, and then there was the dog walkers, who seemed to be more than content doing their own thing. It seemed like the ideal world, but he knew that it was far from that, in fact, anything but that. He knew deep down, that an evil was lurking. He soon picked up his mobile phone and dialled a number, then held it to his ear for about five or six seconds, until his mother answered the phone.
"Oh, hi mum. Yeah, I'm in Hyde Park at the moment, everything's okay. I've spent about ninety quid so far, and I'll be home for about seven...... Oh, okay. In that case, I'll pop into Chinatown later and grab something there, alright? I love you, too. Bye. "

Then he immediately snapped his phone shut, and laid back on the bench, closing his eyes slightly, and smiling. He seemed to be calm and peaceful while drinking his drink, but he was really thinking about what he was going to grab from Chinatown later.

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840
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