Harry Potter: Wren and Evie
What: We're off to see the wizard(s)
Where: Hogsmeade
When: Nowish
Warnings/Rating: I solemnly swear this log is up to
Wren thought she was possibly the only maman of a school-aged child who hadn't read the Harry Potter books. She knew a tiny bit about them, but not much. She didn't really like reading, and she didn't like television, and she couldn't remember the last time she'd gone to a movie. Her knowledge was the kind of passing thing that came from just being alive in society, because there were references to the books all over. But she didn't know them, and she was kind of trusting Evie to know how things in this door they were visiting worked.
She was dressed in yellow. The sundress was pale, and the shawl she had over her shoulders was French and old, pale blues and yellows, its fringes marking it as a piano shawl. She was newly blonde, and she was ready to see Evie's ears, because she figured that meant the other woman had cut her hair off. Evie hadn't touched her hair in the whole, whole time Wren had known her, and she wondered why her friend had done it.
The wizarding door was easy to find. She'd passed it a bunch of times, and she stood in front of it, hand on the knob as she waited for Evie to arrive. She got a little impatient, and she turned the handle. For a second, the inside flickered and looked like perfectly normal London. Then, she stepped a foot inside, and the door reconsidered. The scenery changed, and she was completely unaware that the magic (Loki's magic) made the door think wizard and not muggle. She just stared at the village, her mouth a little bit open, and she thought maybe she needed something new to wear.