Jay and Kleopatra Headly
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Unable to help himself, Jay collapsed on the marble steps of Gringotts bank, the multiple bags in his arms dropping to the ground at his size twelve feet. Having promised his mother that he would meet her at the Leaky Cauldron exactly ten minutes ago, the Stonem boy was glad for some peace and quiet. As much as he loved her, his mother could be incredibly infuriating at times. Jay was exceptionally receptive to this trait his mother had, having been so used to being abroad over the course of his life. He was not used to, and did not very much like, loud people, who cared a lot of what others thought of them. Diagon Alley, which from his current position, he was able to view the full stretch of, seemed to be full of people who were just that. Stealing a glance with his unique silver flecked, sapphire orbs at the clock tower, Jay leaned back, letting the sun warm his frame in the afternoon light. He would give it at least another ten minutes before she came looking for him, and he probably figured she also could use a break from being his baby-sitter. Letting his eyelids drop lazily over his eyes, Jay sighed softly, wishing that the weekend would pass quickly, and that his transfer to Hogwarts would start and end as soon as possible, and he could get back to what he was good at, smashing bludgers into smithereens.