Abraxas wasn’t all that worried himself. If something had happened to Diagon Alley, it would have been all over the Prophet. “Shall we head to Florean’s right away or did you want to stop somewhere?”
He glanced around, past the still-shivering bricks. Same as always. Well, alright, so he’d been through an hour ago, but he wasn’t looking through Diagon Alley itself. It just looked more crowded than normal, perhaps. Abraxas wondered if all the wizards still left in London had decided to head there, just to stay safe from all the falling bombs.
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