WHO: Harold Dingle and Astoria Greengrass WHEN: Wednesday, 8th June, afternoon WHERE: Knockturn Alley WHAT: Over, sideways and under, On a magic carpet ride
Leaning nonchalantly against the wall in the shadows of the shop front of Borgin and Burke's, smoking a cigarette, Harold didn't actually look like the shadiest character in Knockturn Alley. If it had been Diagon, he would have, for sure, his slightly tatty t-shirt hanging off his slim frame and dusty boots crossed at the ankles gave off a vibe that he didn't fit in, didn't want to.
And this wasn't even the worst of his clothes, he'd actually tried a little harder to be more presentable for Astoria, who was a classy bird. His trousers were actually clean, no mud or dirt streaks along the thighs or knees from scrabbling through a tomb or crypt or something. The t-shirt was old, the charms that had made the Grim prowl up and down the dark street pictured had faded and now the dog merely blinked occasionally, but at least that too was clean.
He nodded in silent greeting at one of the passing merchants, peering a little at the watches the bloke had pinned to the inside of his robes, watches the seller was claiming contained Time-Turner sands and could rewind minutes, and wondered whether he could flog a few next time he went overseas, Russia maybe.