Princess Dia

  "Where the fuck did you come from?"

"You need a better hobby. That's all I am saying."

"That's actually very interesting. Your parents are from there? Or did they just research a lot before choosing your name?" She felt a little more put at ease when he said she wasn't going to inconvenience him and started walking a little more relaxed. "That's my nickname actually, I choose the name for myself when I high school. I had no idea it was anything like that."

  A grin, sweet and softly raw, broke out across his features. Shoving his hands in his trousers pockets, like he imagined a more confident lad would, he nodded towards to opening into Mora Road, and waiting a good few seconds for her to fall into step with him before walking towards it.

Dia followed behind him, wrapping her jacket closer to herself. "That's an unusual name." she commented lightly catching up to him. "I hope I am not steering you out of your way?"

"Zeus Garrick Ollivander, heal!" He shouted across the uproar of the crowd which was now streaming its way towards him. He had thought that letting the puppy off the lead was something of a good idea, but he had been proven wrong when he dashed across the street. Losing sight of him, Podric started to panic. He could feel his heartbeat rise and his palms becoming that little bit more sweaty. "Don’t make me use my magic on you" he muttered to himself.

Dia was walking through the crowd trying to get to her house when she saw a puppy running. She noticed it didn't seem to be following anyone. Slowly she approached the dog. She offered the dog her hand letting him sniff it, before she started petting him. Her finger looping through his collar. "Now come on boy. Let's find your owner." she muttered to the dog petting his ear. 

  "Don’t worry about it. I can, uh, walk you there, if you like? Unless you don’t want me to, o’course. I just, um, uh — wouldn’t want you to get lost."

"That would be great actually. I have no sense of direction.  I end up always in the wrong place these days. So please, if you don't mind."

  "You were luckily right at the cross point. If you’d had turned right, you would have ended up in the wrong place. And eventually that path leads to the Forbidden Forest. I think. " Isabella explained as she walked a few paces. 

"Oh I definetly didn't want to end up there. I would never get out I think." The first magical creature that crossed her path would be the end of her. Without magic to defend herself she was quite useless in the magical world.  

  "Oh, but people are so terrible at faking it. Then you get to see them trying to be their best but failing desperately at it — which is even more entertaining."

"Or I don't know. Just a suggestion. You could get a life and stop watching people like a creep."

Dia looked at the blonde girl for a moment before following her. "I think it is." she said catching up with her. "Was I too far off in the direction or is it near here?"

  "There are quiet places around here, you know. You just have to look. And this music is dreadful, and I know the auror who arrested the lead singer."

"Oh really? Why was he arrested?"

  "Um — see those two shops, there? And the opening in between them? That’s Mora Road."

"Oh. Thank you. Sorry. I am a bit new to London, haven't been here in some time."

  "Take a — uh, take a right on Mora Road."

"And where exactly is Mora Reed."

  "Oh I’m not here for the festival. I’m here for the people. Sure, the festival may be a drag, but watching everyone else is pretty hilarious. You’ve got a dozen teenage romances destined to fail, some muscle men utterly confused as to why they can’t win a rigged game, and of course the dozens of people pigging out on commercialized fair food." 

"All right. That is a half decent explanation. But if you want a better place to watch people try going on parks during normal days. There you see people on their everyday life. Here you have people trying to act different, to impress because everyone they know is here."

  "Don’t believe I care about your headache; if it’s so terrible maybe you ought not be at a festival full of terrible music and screaming children."

"Believe me. I don't want to be here either. But my apartment is being painted and I don't have a lot of options. Besides, the music is actually quite good."