Muggle London is a Strange, Strange Place | OPEN

Aria paused in her journey along the street to turn a slow circle. She'd been here, the once, though she didn't really remember that time. It was one of her Arsen memories, she was certain, most of which she still couldn't recall. The girl didn't think on it, at the moment. She didn't want a headache on top of being lost and jumpy.

She wouldn't have been in Muggle London at all, except that Djinn had summoned her (he being the cause of her jumpiness) and then sent her with a message for one of his pets. Message delivered, the demon had left the girl to find her own way back.

"There's a pub," the girl murmured aloud to herself, starting as one of the metal boxes made a blaring sound. "The... the Leak? No, Leaky. Leaky... Cauldron. Just have to find it, Ria."

One thing was for certain, Aria decided as she watched the confusing display of lights at one of the crossroads, metal boxes and people rushing to and fro in odd synchronicity. Muggle London is a strange, strange place.

Paloma walked happily through the streets of London. She had certainly missed the city. Everything about it was just amazing, much, much different from Russia.

She paused when she saw a girl wondering about, looking as if she was lost. She shrugged and walked over to the blonde.

"Excuse me," she called, "Are you lost?"