Muggle eyes opened
CH1epiphany
After so much loss in the muggle world from unexplained forces there are now some of them will believe anything, to the point of seeing the wizard world as they supposedly cant Maybe they can teach wizards one or two things Danger includes geek talk
Unfortunately I don't own anything but the plot and the obvious if I did I'd be loaded like JKR
Charing Cross road had seen many odd people in its time, but less than a month ago there had been a sudden influx of people whom wore what Travis McCormack considered obscure at best, with people wearing some of the most bizarre attire he had seen anywhere including one or two countries in Africa he'd been to over the years.
The things he'd seen from his bedroom window overlooking the street had made the all time low in fashion sense as far as he was concerned, be that as it may that Travis' choice of clothes was almost purely for practical reasons.
For the most part of the year his choice in clothing changed little from season to season, consisting of elastic sided boot (to keep his feet dry), cargo pants (for the practicality of extra pockets), a nondescript metal buckle belt (to keep his pants up due to the unfortunate genetic problem of disproportionately long legs compared to his rather skinny shape) and a thick, warm jacket usually over a hooded jumper and thermal shirt(not loving the colder climate in an English winter tends to be an issue). All topped off by his steel blue eyes and sandy blond coloured hair that he only cut when it really annoyed him.
However, back on the 3nd of May some things made just as much sense as the rest of what was probably the worst year of his life. He had to look twice out his second story window to make sure he didn't just imagine a fully grown man wearing a bra over what appeared to be a pair of overalls and a shower cap on his head, down in the street below.
"That's London for ya" he muttered as he went back to his work bench. He tended to spend most of his weekends doing what he did best: he had a knack with mechanicals and electronics rather than people, making him rather antisocial with the mentality of inventing a new type of battery was far better opposed to holding a conversation with someone who, A:didn't know or B: didn't care about what he did
At the age of 22, Travis lived alone over a book store of which only occasionally he looked through, with predominantly second hand books. There were usually greasy fingermarks, or dog-eared pages to frustrate even the most patient of readers, but that was how he liked it.
Both of his parents had died earlier that year, requiring him to move to a new area to escape the sympathy of the people who were in the aria of his parent's estate usually saying things like
"You know where we live; I'm always here if you want to talk".
he always felt it ironic that he hardly knew half of them but kept in better contact with what he loosely referred to as neighbours, his reason for the "loosely" was because being in an aria filled with multi-million dollar CEOs everywhere the estates where by no means small leading to the other problem of even in his car which was considerably fast and considerably expensive it still took five minutes to just to get to their driveway which by that time at those speeds predominantly let him blow off some steam anyway.
He was never particularly close to his parents both being rather busy running their aviation company being out of country for weeks at a time, the little time they were home they were on the phone or laptop looking at anything from the stock market to the company Email which they didn't trust one of the countless secretary they had with, it was easier to talk to them by phone regardless of wether they where home or not.
This arrangement did however give him free run of the house, not the he left his wing of the house very often with it having everything he needed to exist in this massive place save for a kitchen which was in the central part of the house next to the dining room where they all sat at which Travis found peculiar for the fact that his parents wanted to talk to him as much as he ever wanted to talk to him , taking up around three square kilometres for just the main house consisting of everything from several number if next generation bathrooms to a multi-layer car park for employees of the house he never really cared to even venture into his mother and fathers wing of the place being content to walk the halls of his north wing and the east wing where the library and garages were .
Found dead in their home pool, the autopsy concluded his parents where
"Accidentally killed by electrocution due to faulty pump electronics electrifying the water".
That was the official reason found by the coroner but he highly doubted the authenticity of it, he had seen the bodies of his parents' before they were fixed up for the funeral.
He had also inspected the pool where they were found and came to his own conclusion that led to more questions than answers. His own investigation came to find that it would have taken a hell of a lot more electricity that that electric pump could ever handle for the effects shown by the autopsy; something more like a power line falling into the pool, but that was impossible, seeming that there weren't any around to magically drop into the pool in the first place.
After that day, he viewed the world anew often picking up little things that others didn't.
Like the fact that many people back in May wore pointy hats and cloaks like it was bloody Halloween, and yet managed to look perfectly normal doing so.
It really changed when he watched one of these people walk down the street and into a whole of what he presumed was a pub from the sign hanging of the front, he was sure it wasn't there before, and by the fact that nobody seemed to realise the existence of the pub took Travis as an anomaly like no other giving him something to do to break up the weekend.
Upon walking over the road, he was more confident than ever that he seemed to be the only one -apart from some of the more peculiar dressed people in the crowd- who even registered that there was an establishment there at all. From the looks of everyone's ignorant attitudes to the rather decrepit pub on contrast to the rest of the shops and stores in the street, for all they could care there was a brick wall in its place. Within a meter from the door which everyone just seemed to avoid there was a horrible screeching from his pocket
"Damn"
pulling out his phone he found or rather herd both its earpiece and its speaker giving off a sound reminiscent of an unturned TV with the screen looking much the same as the TV with the only thing visible being fuzz, toughly annoyed at his phone and now muttering obscenities under his breath while flipping it over and fumbling with the back to get to the battery to shut it up. Upon pulling out the battery it was hot and starting to smoke
"What the hell, how is there that much EM radiation in a joint like this"
(** Read author notes at bottom for explanation**).
Only mildly aware he had walked into the pub while fiddling with his phone. while pulling out an instrument to read the magnitude of the radiation (multiple pockets are always good to Keep stuff) and absently thought to himself what a quiet pub this was for being on a main street and with all the people he's seen which probably came or went from this place whom he saw in the street
…"wait what"
Suddenly looking up and realizing the pub was indeed filled with people which all were staring at him like he had a second head
"Hi?"
was the only thing he managed to think of with all the attention he was getting.
"Ever had this happen before tom?"
was all that was said by a boy with slightly filled out features and a round face
"Nope, not unless there with one of our kind, not meant to see here remember Mr. Longbottom?". With looking around the population of the pub and seeing all had pointy hats the occasional cloak and some rather… with eyebrows disappearing into his hair he caught on to what the old guy just said, did he just say "our kind"?
**EM stands for Electromagnetic Radiation which is produced from an electric current running through a wire and is found generally in that quantity around power plant or REALY large electric motor or generator but in laymen's terms and for the sake of a good story is made by large amounts of electric energy and does something that crosses putting a big magnet to an old TV or computer screen and putting it in a microwave**
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