where: Diagon Alley who: Walden MacNair and Frya Avery ( @freyasavery )
Walden could be doing so many other things during his day off. He could start his drinking early and station himself at the nearest pub. He could bother Jasper at the Leaky Cauldron or spend a galleon or two in that clandestine poker ring at one of the penthouses in Virtue Alley. Instead, Walden found himself being pulled along Diagon Alley as he dragged his heels.
There were not a lot of people that Walden found it hard to refuse. Especially if the requests they make wouldn’t end up with him bedding them in one way or another. Freya just happened to be one of the select few that Walden could just barely resist. And she knows it too. That’s why instead of closing the door on her face when she asked him to come along with her, Walden begrudgingly wore a large sweatshirt and allowed Freya to pull him along.
“Could you please tell me where we are going? Because if we’re just going to buy ingredients for your next cookies, I swear to Merlin, Freya...”
















