First Time at Diagon Alley

[v_snape]

 
Location: Victor's Apt Bldg, Diagon Alley 
Date: 27th July 2017
Time: 1:45 pm

Mr. Snape nodded vaguely at the comment about the gun. When Marcus finished talking, he stood.

“Sounds fine to me. Emily always spoke highly of the old school and its staff. I think I can trust you to take the boy on your own.” He turned to Victor. “Well lad,

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OOC: No worries; let's go shopping!

[marcus_flitwick]

"Okay Victorious, just follow me. I'll have him back by this evening, mister Snape." Marcus said, nodding a goodbye at Victor's father before leaving

[v_snape]

He nodded and repeated “Diagon Alley” when he was supposed too, not really sure what was going on, and when Flitwick seemed to finish, Victor blinked a few times before responding.

“I…wait what? You’re going way too fast.” He looked bewildered with all the new terminology being thrown at him. Plus, the guy just lit the building on fire…he was very confused.

“All I caught was ‘Diagon Alley’, and the fact that this isn’t a fireplace, it’s a pile of wood that you just set on fire. You’re gonna make the fire alarm go off ya know.” He looked up at Marcus, tilted his head to one side, and raised a single eyebrow. Curiosity radiated from the boy as the wheels in the head started to turn a little faster.

“…So…” he looked at what Flitwick was holding, “I take a pinch of this” he points to the powder, “and I say ‘Diagon Alley’? Is that all?”

[marcus_flitwick]

"That's entirely correct, Victorious. Then you step into the fire- which will feel tickly but cool- and be whisked away to your destination. And yes, I imagine the fire alarms will go off. I rather forgot to take them into consideration, you see. So if you could move with some alacrity, that would be rather good."

Marcus gestured to the happy little blaze in the corner, and shook the bag meaningfully.

[v_snape]

Victor looked a little unsure. Being asked to walk into fire was a bit much, but he took a small handful of Floo Powder anyway and threw it into the fire. When the flames cooled and turned an odd sort of green, Victor became a little more confidant. He carefully climbed onto the surprisingly sturdy pile of wood.

“Diagon Alley!”

Suddenly the world spun wildly and passing images of living rooms and offices passed him by rapidly. When the spinning stopped, Victor found himself in what looked to him like a completely different city, and he stood there in the public fireplace and gaped at it all.