A/N: Hey! Another Traditionalist fic! After this fic, this series will be marked complete. I can (and might!) add more but for now I want it done as much as possible. :D About ten drabbles, if that. Enjoy and please review if you can!

Challenge: Diversity Writing Challenge G44. Write a fic that explores the meaning of friendship

1.

The first thing Kiriha thought of London was simple: it was ugly.

The streets of Japan were straight and narrow, like someone had taken a ruler to each road. America was just a mess, from its melting pot and indecisiveness and well-blended stupidity. He liked this; it was controlled chaos..

London was just overkill. Buildings for the sake of buildings, all lopsided and full of unnecessary angles. The stars were a joke, and the magic was thick enough to kill a horse. He was glad Nene had work this week; she'd suffer a migrane within minutes.

He popped a pain pill as he thought about it. The manor he was going to for the day would probably be worse. House elves and wards and creatures ready to be hunted like pigs. What a pain in the ass.

He'd be willing to go and beat up a Death General again, if only to avoid this mess.

Kiriha made his way to the edge of the underground. All the fireplaces had an electric one at this point. It'd look weird to be dropping that Floo powder there. He hated the stuff anyway. So he took a tighter grip on his bag and began to push through the crowd. He paused. Was there a wizard, oh god. These damn morons. No wonder they had so many security breaches if they were this obvious.

He sighed and rubbed between his eyes. The carriage was waiting for him... where again? This was why he'd rather have flown over. Considering how oblivious non-mages were here, he could have gotten away with it. But, no, because this system assumed magical potency peaked at seventeen for everybody, and he lacked a chaperone, here he was. Give him the mundane system any day.

The train stopped and he joined the throng, walking until he saw a gleaming black car. The passenger window rolled down, leaving him face-to-face with a worn, old face.

"Mister Aonuma."

Kiriha raised an eyebrow and slid into the backseat.

Only the Malfoys would have such a flashy car. Not even he was that dumb.