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I was up and ready before Potter even woke. Putting the finishing touches to my outfit for the day. I guess I'm a bit of a drama queen really, but this was me, acting as a muggle. Black of course. Completely black clothes. Black jeans, close around the hips but with a slight flare at bottom. Black t-shirt almost skin tight. Black boots. (Black sunglasses were overkill, so I left them on the sink.) Blonde hair didn't really go with the look, but nevermind.
"Shit, you look like Brian Molko." Potter was up now, standing bleary eyed in the bathroom doorway. He grinned, naturally assuming I knew nothing of muggle music.
"I resent being called a Nancy boy." I told him, not missing a beat.
He grinned warmly. "You do realise you're putting on eyeliner, don'tcha?"
Idiot. "I usually wear eyeliner." I informed him. "It's just pointless at school because people like Pansy..." I trailed off.
"'Like Pansy' what?" Emerald eyes gazed in fascination as I continued with my makeup.
"Nothing." Thank every star in the sky that I didn't say Snape.
"I can't believe you wear make-up." Potter added, completely entralled. "It's just so...."
"Against your preconceptions?" Hes had the grace to blush at least. "I know, must be quite a shock to find your nemisis isn't exactly as terrifying as you made him out to be."
"You look really different in muggle clothes." He told me, heading toward the bathroom. "More human."
No shit. I like muggle clothes, when they're well made and fit properly. I don't like colour all that much and it's a relief to be out of the Malfoy dress robes. Ugh, cherry embroidery and lilac flowers.
Hideous.
Potter took a quick shower, dressed and shrugged into his sweatshirt as we left. The kids were all ready and champing on the bit to leave.
"Harry!!! Can we go now!!!" One of the little girls called. He nodded.
"So what have we got on our thrilling itinerary today?" I asked, sliding into the seat next to him as we clambered onto a traditional red London bus. I hate public transport, and muggle public transport is sheer hell.
Potter pushed his glasses onto his nose properly and stared at the sheet of paper outlining our movements. "Well, today is as amazing as tomorrow and the day after. Breakfast at MacDonalds. It's a fast food chain." I knew. I nodded. "On to a bank-"
"Ooh, the excitement. How will we cope?" I shoved my shoulder bag under the seat.
"Then a clothes shop, the supermarket and then the cinema. Fu-un." The green eyes rolled. "Like I've never done any of that before."
I smiled slightly. "I've never been to the cinema before. I'd kinda like to see a 2D film thingy. Or any film."
"You've never been to the cinema? I thought..."
"The trip in the third year? Father didn't want me to go. Apparently it's the same as television: Drains your mind. So I got to stay at the school and help Snape." And wasn't that an educational experience.
"I've only been a couple of times." Potter added hesitantly. "The Dursleys didn't like me going out much."
We got out at Trafalgar Square. The kids chased a few pigeons and we ambled over to the resturant. Junk food works very well early mornings. Then, with all the little kiddiewinks on an amazing sugar high, we walked next door to the bank.
"Now remember," I warned them, "Do not ask where their dragon vaults are, and for the fourth time Kedre, muggle money is not edible." I sighed, turned to Potter and added in an undertone, "Neither is Wizarding money, so I have no idea where he got that idea from." Potter snickered lightly
We were okay until approximately twenty seconds after walking through the doorway.
Then the big guys dressed all in black sporting balaclavas stormed the place and we were knee deep in seven different kinds of trouble.
Oh shit.
I was up and ready before Potter even woke. Putting the finishing touches to my outfit for the day. I guess I'm a bit of a drama queen really, but this was me, acting as a muggle. Black of course. Completely black clothes. Black jeans, close around the hips but with a slight flare at bottom. Black t-shirt almost skin tight. Black boots. (Black sunglasses were overkill, so I left them on the sink.) Blonde hair didn't really go with the look, but nevermind.
"Shit, you look like Brian Molko." Potter was up now, standing bleary eyed in the bathroom doorway. He grinned, naturally assuming I knew nothing of muggle music.
"I resent being called a Nancy boy." I told him, not missing a beat.
He grinned warmly. "You do realise you're putting on eyeliner, don'tcha?"
Idiot. "I usually wear eyeliner." I informed him. "It's just pointless at school because people like Pansy..." I trailed off.
"'Like Pansy' what?" Emerald eyes gazed in fascination as I continued with my makeup.
"Nothing." Thank every star in the sky that I didn't say Snape.
"I can't believe you wear make-up." Potter added, completely entralled. "It's just so...."
"Against your preconceptions?" Hes had the grace to blush at least. "I know, must be quite a shock to find your nemisis isn't exactly as terrifying as you made him out to be."
"You look really different in muggle clothes." He told me, heading toward the bathroom. "More human."
No shit. I like muggle clothes, when they're well made and fit properly. I don't like colour all that much and it's a relief to be out of the Malfoy dress robes. Ugh, cherry embroidery and lilac flowers.
Hideous.
Potter took a quick shower, dressed and shrugged into his sweatshirt as we left. The kids were all ready and champing on the bit to leave.
"Harry!!! Can we go now!!!" One of the little girls called. He nodded.
"So what have we got on our thrilling itinerary today?" I asked, sliding into the seat next to him as we clambered onto a traditional red London bus. I hate public transport, and muggle public transport is sheer hell.
Potter pushed his glasses onto his nose properly and stared at the sheet of paper outlining our movements. "Well, today is as amazing as tomorrow and the day after. Breakfast at MacDonalds. It's a fast food chain." I knew. I nodded. "On to a bank-"
"Ooh, the excitement. How will we cope?" I shoved my shoulder bag under the seat.
"Then a clothes shop, the supermarket and then the cinema. Fu-un." The green eyes rolled. "Like I've never done any of that before."
I smiled slightly. "I've never been to the cinema before. I'd kinda like to see a 2D film thingy. Or any film."
"You've never been to the cinema? I thought..."
"The trip in the third year? Father didn't want me to go. Apparently it's the same as television: Drains your mind. So I got to stay at the school and help Snape." And wasn't that an educational experience.
"I've only been a couple of times." Potter added hesitantly. "The Dursleys didn't like me going out much."
We got out at Trafalgar Square. The kids chased a few pigeons and we ambled over to the resturant. Junk food works very well early mornings. Then, with all the little kiddiewinks on an amazing sugar high, we walked next door to the bank.
"Now remember," I warned them, "Do not ask where their dragon vaults are, and for the fourth time Kedre, muggle money is not edible." I sighed, turned to Potter and added in an undertone, "Neither is Wizarding money, so I have no idea where he got that idea from." Potter snickered lightly
We were okay until approximately twenty seconds after walking through the doorway.
Then the big guys dressed all in black sporting balaclavas stormed the place and we were knee deep in seven different kinds of trouble.
Oh shit.