London → Belle + Jackson
Walking down Diagon Alley, the brunette glances at Jackson who was walking next to her, and wonders what would meet them in Muggle London. Although her parents weren’t discriminatory, her studies when she was a child as well as when she was in Waterford never really did cover anything other than the basics regarding Muggles, and she never had first-hand experience because despite her family’s stance since her father, as a politician, still had to keep up appearances. Pursing her lips as she felt the uncomfortable and unfamiliar feeling of denim rubbing in between her legs, the half-Veela couldn’t help but wonder how women could function in jeans as tight as her roommates had helpfully provided her for her trip, as she wasn’t in possession of any clothes similar to that of what was in trend in Muggle fashion. They didn’t fit her initially but after a few altering charms, the brunette was good to go.
The Ravenclaw was raised in quite a conservative environment, taking etiquette lessons ever since she could walk and mostly wearing sun dresses and such even when she was only at home. So the concept of pants was, funnily enough, introduced to Belle quite recently. Running a hand through her hair as she tugged on the plain v-neck shirt her friends assured her was a basic garment in everyone’s wardrobe, Belle couldn’t help but be conscious as they made their way down to the Leaky Cauldron. “So what are we going to do there?” she asks Jackson. They had vaguely been introduced to each other earlier, the Muggle Studies professor introducing Belle to Jackson as one of the students who had volunteered to go on the trip to London.












