[THD] Snatch Game [Brietta]

Fanny was growing restless in America. Not having her MACUSA position was starting to crawl under her skin, and the thought of soon replacing her beautiful Manhattan office with Ilvermorny’s homey spaces made her want to drink enough fire whiskey to sleep through the next century. She was also growing peeved that her assistant kept giving her Alchemy texts all written by the cuckoos abroad. Where were all the Made in America books?! Did all the Alchemists in the States forget how to write?

It was getting to point where Fanny even had to leave her bed and shower and go out! In daylight! And mostly sober!

She didn’t want to admit it, even to herself, but before she became a politician, she was proud of her work as an Alchemist. Perhaps if her cards had landed differently, or a different path had been laid in front of her, she could have been someone else. Perhaps those cards and paths were a little late in coming? Could this new phase in her life be something she may have wanted?

She gagged at her moment of sentimentality, and immediately Apparated to a magical bookstore in the city. Her assistants weren’t well-versed in this craft, so they were pretty much useless helping her find a textbook for the brats she’d soon have to put up with. And that annoying Agilbert had been poking her about finalising her book list. So she headed over the the Arcane Arts section, and summoned any book related on Alchemy that she found on the shelves.

But the Alchemy section was of poor quality. Outdated or just a bore, or full of other weird hippy magic from the weird part of the Americas. Becoming more and more agitated as she rejected book after book, Fanny huffed and left, appparating to MACUSA’s Floo Network. She finally yielded to one of her assistant’s suggestions, to find a text from one of the older, established shops abroad.

‘Diagon Alley!’ Fanny cried out, and in a flash of green fire she was gone. She found herself stepping out to old cobblestone, the early morning in the States replaced by the hazy afternoon sun in London. She weaved her way through a crowd, making a face at the fashion choices of British wizards and witches. Were they freaking serious? What are thooooooseee??!!

Fanny pushed herself forward, trying to figure out why the crowd was becoming more packed. She made her way to the front, seeing a sign plastered on a shop window.

‘WIZARDS FOR EQUALITY! SUPPORT THE NEW INTERNATIONAL STATUTE OF BLOOD STATUS EQUALITY!’

Fanny smirked at poster, knowing her MACUSA was to play a part in this upcoming summit. But a jet of red light zoomed past her, causing her to shriek. The original poster was now covered by another, this time proclaiming: DOWN WITH MUDBLOODS. DOWN WITH BLOOD TRAITORS!

Immediately there were angry yells from all sorts of offended people. Fanny found herself shoved to the side, causing her to bump into a girl.

‘Oh! You okay? You didn’t scuff my shoes did you? They're a limited edition y'know.’

@Brietta Toft

Brietta couldn't believe how lucky she had been over the Summer holidays. She was in wizarding London, again! It was her third and final time that she was strolling the streets of Diagon Alley before she returned to Hogwarts for, what she hoped would be an uneventful, third year. The first time, her parents let Brietta and Annika wander around and buy some stuff though the twins soon split off from each other. The second time was a shorter visit, merely to pop off to St. Mungo's for Brietta's follow-up appointment concerning her scarred face and arm. And now, it was time for the school supply visit, something Annika didn't look forward to but Brietta very much did.

Shopping list in hand, the Slytherin witch was making her way through the crowd, which she assumed was there because of how close school time was, and the teenager looked down at it to see what she still needed to get. Wand care kit... That was something she hadn't been able to pick up the last time she had been in Diagon Alley, she had been distracted by a year mate. The Toft tugged up at her glove that covered the mangled remains of her right arm, grimacing at how warm it was in London that day. She continued trying to navigate her way through the crowd before a flash of red light distracted her and she looked up in shock, as she was suddenly jostled just as she made out what the poster on the wall said. The English girl frowned in disappointment and anger. She thought the wizarding world had moved past this.

The girl tried to step away from the crowd, not wanting to risk anyone she knew seeing her and getting the wrong idea. She was not a blood purist and she had nothing against muggle-borns at all. Her ears were ringing from all the angry yells, and Brietta couldn't even put her hands over her ears to block the noise out. "Oof!" Brietta made the surprised sound as this woman was pushed to the side and into her, causing her glove to slip down and reveal her scars. Gasping in shock, the Slytherin witch quickly pulled her glove up again, slightly crumpling her shopping list before looking up at the woman who was very decidedly not British and very American. The newly shy girl raised her eyebrow suspiciously at the strange woman, before taking a hesitant look down at the American witch's shoes. They were very nice, Brietta thought, but not enough to be a limited edition. Clearly, they were expensive though, and Brietta smiled as best she could up at the woman, relieved that she hadn't done any damage.

"I, I'm okay..." she began, unsure of how to address the woman, especially in the context they were currently in. Was this woman a blood purist? "Are you?" Brietta asked, her face contorting a little before she let a small smirk escape her, "Your shoes are absolutely fine, don't worry... Miss?" The Toft tilted her head questioningly, whilst her eyes darted around the surroundings, wary of what was happening around them. Surely, they should get out of there quickly. The logical part of her was yelling at her to stop all engagement with the American woman, run away and find a safer place to go to, but another part of her wanted to find out more about this strange woman and stay. Brietta shifted her weight a few times, trying to come up a decision. Hopefully, the American would make the decision for her.