#diagonalleystart

the streets of diagon alley are much calmer as the weekend comes and goes with the sun inevitably rising and the moon unavoidably falling, which james welcomes with open arms. new faces are enjoyable until he can't walk into a store and grab food to bring back to his flat with little struggle or he's standing in line for an hour at his favorite pub instead of being immediately seated. ( call him spoiled, he'd likely agree. ) he takes advantage of the school children being gone with their supplies and high hopes, sitting in his favorite wooden chairs with a half - empty pint in his hand. he's chatting with the waitstaff, boyish grin pulled out as he lays his usual charm down to reduce the price of his bill, when the bell to the front door jingles and catches his attention. the grin gradually shifts from juvenile to pleasant surprise, leaning back in his chair with raised eyebrows. " aye, fancy seeing you here. joining me for a drink? "

Franklin gave one last look towards the door before turning from it and almost running into a familiar face. "Oh, yeesh, I ought to look where I'm going-- turning? My apologies." he said after having had grabbed them by the shoulder to keep from running into them.