#muggleverse

@the-red-red-rose

Harry was out of breath, he’d lost the Witch Weekly reporter who’d followed him into the Muggle world just around the corner. He’d clipped his hip on a motorcycle that had been parked at the corner and he’d fallen, bloodying his hands. 

“Oh.” Effy had barged in without even bothering to make sure if she was addressing the right person. The way she carried herself at this moment rarely ever occurred, let alone towards a stranger and the moment she laid eyes on Draco she quickly managed to compose herself. "No, you don't know me. Sorry." For a brief moment she studied the stranger. "Who are you?"

Draco had been serving his sentence in Muggle London, Wandsworth to be exact, for all of three months. He’d just discovered the small neighborhood tea shoppe next to what he supposed was some sort of school. His grey eyes moved to observe her. Likely about the same age as him, he decided. He wore a dark turtleneck and grey trench coat that matched his eyes. 

@rxsesinjune [June]

Harry had been traveling for awhile, far away from the Wizarding World and traversing the continent. He wasn’t quite sure where he was at the moment, only happy that he’d found a warm diner where no one knew his name.