Chapter Two - Stalker
The device on his hand was harder to understand than any runes he had ever seen. Whenever he faced the screen, number informing him the current time showed up. If he twitched it quickly, the camera turned on. Wicked.
George tried to figure out how to use this 'smartphone' he ended up buying. The shop girl, Kagome, had a way with words and was extremely friendly. He would feel terrible if he kept her attention for so long, probably preventing her from attending other customers, and just left empty-handed. She explained many of the wonderful functions available in the object on his hand that, even if he didn't understand one percent of what she said, he was compelled to buy it. Weren't she a muggle, and a Japanese one on top of that, he would seriously consider offering her a position.
Walking aimlessly, the 115-meter-tall Ferris Wheel called his attention. It was almost unimaginable that it was a muggle creation, held together by nothing but engineering and physics, two things he learned about in that exact moment after a quick research on another unbelievable thing called the internet. How could wizards think so low of muggles? They could do almost anything wizards do without a single drop of magic! With a simple flick of his hand, he could record the world around him and send the tape to someone else across the globe. Well, that was what Kagome said and he could only trust her words as he knew no one that owned a mobile phone.
He waited in the line until it was his time to get a cabin. George paid and entered.
He wasn't alone, though. There was already someone riding the Ferris Wheel, the girl from the shop in civilian clothes.
"Whoa, it's you. Kagome, right?"
"Weasley-san." She sent him a polite smile that didn't reach her eyes. "What a surprise. Wh-what are you doing here?"
"I was just walking by and wondered about the view up here. I have been around only for a couple days." George looked through the window glass to the plaza under them. "It's breathtaking."
"Really? Phew, thank Kami-sama. For a second, I thought you were a stalker."
Stalker? He was never so offended in his life.