The air felt heavy with the scent of parchment and toasted crumpets from Florean Fortescue’s. A stray owl flapped across the upper third of his vision, its feathers rendered in such detail he could see the individual bars of grey.
As the sky deepened into a bruised purple, the shop windows began to glow. Ollivanders was the first, a pale, dusty amber light spilling from the cracks in its peeling door. Then, the apothecary’s jars pulsed with a faint, radioactive green. 1600x900 Pottermore Background: Diagon Alley at...
He wasn't there to shop, though. He was waiting for the transition. The air felt heavy with the scent of