Draco Malfoy was lost.
He had been in Diagon Alley with his mother, shopping for a new handbag, and he had grown bored of the conversations she would stop to have with fellow shoppers.
So he left.
Well, he hadn't particularly meant to leave Diagon Alley, but he had things on his mind, and he had not been paying attention when he walked through the brick wall and out into the muggle world. And then south. He thinks.
Well, either way, he was lost now.
And it was cold. And rainy. And windy.
But, it was quiet. So he supposes that it's not so bad.
Well, that and the fact he can't apparate yet.
He stopped and looked around, hoping to see something that was familiar that could lead him back to his world, out of the rain, and home.
He didn't find anything. All he could see were neon street signs saying words that made no sense, something called 'petrol,' and far too many muggles
"Fuck." He mumbled to himself.
He walked a few paces north and saw what looked like a couple leaving a building that was marked as 'The Tea Tree.' Whatever this building was, it looked warm and dry.
A bell chimed over the door when he entered, and he was met with the sweet smell of tea, coffee, and pastries. It reminded him of breakfast in the Great Hall, and his mouth began to water at the smell. The building was clearly a shop made for selling tea, though he had no idea how it worked in the muggle world.
He looked around, noting the various colors of fluffy chairs, the booths with a green tint to them, and people surrounding an interesting little round thing, with things over their ears. The walls were a warm shade of blue, with white accents that complimented what looked like a menu. It looked like the one present in Fortescue's, though this one had the items written in an elaborate, cursive script. There were some drinks he recognized, like a simple green tea, English Breakfast, coffee, and milk. The rest were unfamiliar, like "macchiato," "Cappuccino," or "Americano."
"Excuse me, is this your first time in?" A young-looking woman asked him from behind the counter. She was wearing a grey apron, and very clearly worked there. Her accent was heavy and reminded him of that Gryffindor in his year from Ireland, or wherever he was from.
He stuttered a very unrefined "Uh, what?" which she met with a bright smile.
"Not from around here, eh? Well, that's okay! Welcome to the Tea tree. We just recently opened. We bake our pastries fresh every day, and today's special is this croissant. It's twenty percent off when you order in house!"
He understood the words, but not the meaning. "twenty percent off?" he asked, not knowing what that meant.
"Oh yeah. So the total after the percentage off is 2 pounds. Here, I'll throw this one in the toaster for you! Would you like to try the special drink today? It's a Carmel latte! It's very sweet. If you don't like sweet, though, I recommend the americano. It's very bitter, but we use our house roast!"
Well, he certainly knew he did not like bitter drinks, having 3 sugar cubes in his tea. "Sweet is okay." He said.
"Okay! I'll get that started! The total is 4 pounds!"
"…What are pounds?"
The woman raised an eyebrow at him.
"Pounds-You know, money."
"Ah, right, of course uhm…I don't have any?" He wasn't quite sure how it worked in the muggle world, but he was pretty sure that you had to have money to pay for something.
"I'll cover it, Bri." A familiar voice said from behind him. He turned slightly, coming face to face with none other than Harry James Potter.