Where: London - Diagon Alley When: Present Day (Game Time) With: Severus @severusxtobias
Diagon was looking... distinctly un-Diagon-like. The place was usually a bustle of activity, loud shop displays moving magically, hundreds of witches and wizards flitting from place to place, getting whatever they needed for another potion or spell or even just a book. Oddly enough, Flourish and Blotts still had a few customers milling around inside; one didn’t need any magical skill to read at least.
Dirk was here on ministry business and it had taken him a few hours to make the relatively short trip; considering the wall behind the Leaky was now just open the security there was strict. The few Wizards and Witches who could handle muggle weapons kept tabs on who came close; thankfully his ministry ID had seen him through. Luckily, the situation as a whole didn’t bother him as much, he lived like a Muggle at home anyway. But clearly Diagon had been hit hard. His work in Gringotts went surprisingly well all things considered (part of him was damn sure the goblins were revelling in Wizard-kind’s plight and give their checkered history he could understand why) and he emerged from the bank back into the alley and spotted a familiar figure loitering outside a robe shop.
It would be an outright lie to say he’d even been friends with Severus Snape, but he’d been friendly to him during their few interactions. The Slytherin was no doubt a supporter of He Who Must Not Be Named, but Dirk was a bleeding heart to pretty much everyone; his mother always told him to be kind. So, he took a breath, smiled and approached the other man. “Severus,” he greeted, voice soft but friendly, “It’s been a long time. How’re you doing? I can’t imagine the situation’s easy for you.” Someone so entrenched in the value of magic.
