WHO: Princess Anaïs and OPEN (to multiple chars, sub-threads etc) WHEN: Morning, Saturday June 20th, 1926 WHERE: Diagon Alley SUMMARY: The Princess and some of her party are out seeing some local colour. WARNINGS: N/A STATUS: Incomplete/Open
Of course, the place was often crowded, and especially so on a Saturday morning - but today murmurs followed the sight of a tall, red-haired young woman at the centre of a tight-knit group that slowly made its way down the centre of the busy street. They were imposing, not only physically, but in giving off an aura that screamed presence and strength.
The Princess herself did not notice much of the attention, so engrossed was she in taking in the sights of what was around her. It was so very different from her own country, much of which was very rural, and even in the urban areas was nothing like what lay before her now. She smiled as she looked around at the quaint little shops, a smile which turned to a chuckle hidden behind her hand as a small child pointed her out to his mother. "Look, mummy, they're not English! I bet they're from another country for the King's wedding!" For a six year old, he was not far off being completely correct.