Who: Marissa and ~mystery guest~
What: The ministry is bollocks.
Where: Muggle London
When: The relative 'now'
Everyone was so goddamn bloody happy that nobody seemed to remember that the Potters were dead, their child had been left to some unknown familial benefactor, and the Death Eaters were most probably still out there. Did people honestly think that once Voldemort fell the whole lot of them just exploded out of sheer horror and shock?
Marissa frowned and flexed her gold hand, stepping off of platform 9 3/4 with a sigh. She knew there was a ministry party that she was probably more or less contractually obligated to attend, but that was the last thing she wanted to be doing now. She just wanted to get away from the Wizarding World. It was something she hadn't done in a long while, not since Hogwarts and too much time spent with her parents telling her that they were grooming her to take over the 'family business' of raising dragons. They didn't seem so bad now, dragons ... compared to the rest of the bloody world.
She slunk guiltily over to the nearest taxi and asked them to take her somewhere she could get some nice, greasy fish and chips (even though the thought of eating made her stomach turn right now). He dropped her off at some hole in the ground or another and she paid him reluctantly with a little of the muggle money she'd gotten from Gringott's. That had been a pain.
Walking up to the counter, however, she immediately forgot that she wasn't hungry.
"LIZ?" What in the bloody hell was -- she was supposed to be --
Ah, fuck.
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