London, England, the backwater country of the magical world. That was the Russian's sense of the place since he had been exiled here. The people, the magic, the boredom. Everything had this glossy filling covering their eyes all of the time. Forcing him to look into other avenue's of excitement. Because of the war, he thought people in England had become far to guarded for his flair for engagement with people. Instead, it was more than due to the fact that he was still unfamiliar with the place, even after having been here for two years.
Looking to explore the darker corners of the of Knockturn Alley was his first thought to break the lull that washed over him lately. Being out of his depth was something that seemed quite alien to the young Russian. Embarking on his plotting and scheme for some new advantage to set him on course. Certainly, there were many occasions when he should have been here because of his extracurricular activities, of course, he was always held up.
Refusing to go anywhere in this country without his trusty servant, Bugby. Carrying bags and performing menial was not something the Russian was overly fond of. Treating Bugby with treats was something that usually surprised most people that laid eyes him. Cake, chocolate covered strawberries, cream. Sweats were among the favorite treats that made Bugby extremely grateful. Receiving them made his servant far more attentive and helped portray the guise he wanted people to see.
Walking into Asclepius's Apothecary & Greenhouse looking for some textbooks for children seemed the best place as any start his introduction to London. Playing the dutiful and respectable pureblood was something that he had grown quite talented at. Bugby even used his magic to defend his master after he thought some wayward wizard was going for his wand. Falling back into the greenhouse nearly destroyed the entrance to the greenhouse. Instead, after a wave of his wand, the young Russian was able to conjure a stone brick wall.
Figuring that a single malcontent would be easier to satiate then the business manager. Speaking now in manner that displayed a rather timid vibe. "My apologies, my house-elf seems to have lost his wits about him." Handing the man some handful of galleons seemed to appease him well enough to let the matter pass. Approaching the book display felt surreal as the ebony on his hands seemed to feel gritty.
Flipping through a book he had just picked up to see the challenge it would provide his son proved adequate. Looking through further books in the shop that might work well for his daughter seemed like the next most well attuned decision he could make. Picking up a first years textbook in the subject that seemed almost directly opposite to the selection he chose for his son.
Remaining there as though he heard a knock on the door was anticlimactic, as he adjusted the crimson and golden laced Draconiman Nightmare hoodie. Placing his yellow tinted sunglasses on his plain black shirt was the final act that revealed his ivory hair. "Take these to the register." Speaking in a sharper and edgier tone as he spoke to Bugby thinking that no one was actually around in the greenhouse.
