Standing at the edge, I feel like I've been here before
Evening, 14th September, 1893 — Wildflowers, Diagon Alley
He’d been at the debate – both to decide whom to vote for, himself, and because his father, though a muggle, had more overt political opinions than he, and would no doubt want a full review of all the strangest principles of wizarding elections.
All of that would pale, Elias considered darkly now, to tales about dragons on the Thames. His blood had run cold from the merest thought of them loose in London – though he’d already been caught in the library, and had had no choice but to be ushered towards the Floo.
But he hadn’t said his own address, nor gone to his parents’ in Irvingly through the fireplace. Instead, he’d gone right to Daffy’s, the private fireplace to her flat, barely brushing off the soot from his clothes before the worry sank in too. He peered out the window – outside, Diagon Alley looked intact – but inside her flat was silent. He checked downstairs; of course Wildflowers was closed now, dusk was falling – but Daff wasn’t there tidying or restocking either. The fear crept in at every new minute of silence, so Elias kept pacing: back and forth in the greenhouse, up and down the stairs restlessly, Winston whining at the constant interruptions to his nap.
He would go out and look, if he had any idea where to start – besides, they’d said something about a barrier, so there was no way to tell if there’d be any way to get through, if she had ended up on the other side of it. He had just considered checking in Hogsmeade to see if any of her family had seen her, when he heard a key in the lock; he was on the stairs again before she’d stepped through the door. “Daff,” Elias said hoarsely, shaking his head incoherently. “I didn’t know where you were –”
All of that would pale, Elias considered darkly now, to tales about dragons on the Thames. His blood had run cold from the merest thought of them loose in London – though he’d already been caught in the library, and had had no choice but to be ushered towards the Floo.
But he hadn’t said his own address, nor gone to his parents’ in Irvingly through the fireplace. Instead, he’d gone right to Daffy’s, the private fireplace to her flat, barely brushing off the soot from his clothes before the worry sank in too. He peered out the window – outside, Diagon Alley looked intact – but inside her flat was silent. He checked downstairs; of course Wildflowers was closed now, dusk was falling – but Daff wasn’t there tidying or restocking either. The fear crept in at every new minute of silence, so Elias kept pacing: back and forth in the greenhouse, up and down the stairs restlessly, Winston whining at the constant interruptions to his nap.
He would go out and look, if he had any idea where to start – besides, they’d said something about a barrier, so there was no way to tell if there’d be any way to get through, if she had ended up on the other side of it. He had just considered checking in Hogsmeade to see if any of her family had seen her, when he heard a key in the lock; he was on the stairs again before she’d stepped through the door. “Daff,” Elias said hoarsely, shaking his head incoherently. “I didn’t know where you were –”
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