Piccadilly | open
It was startling how quickly a perfect day could turn into complete chaos.
Everything had been fine, indulging Charity in her Muggle obsession as they wandered around the streets without the usual care they had. No one would recognise them, at least no one that would get Regulus in trouble so they could be more open with their friendship. It was a wonderful feeling. And when Charity ran off to get him what was more than likely another bizarre food concoction, Regulus had just laughed and turned his attention to a shop that his Hufflepuff had pointed out early and wandered towards it with the intention of getting her something.
If he knew what would happen in the following seconds, he wouldn’t of taken his eyes off her. But suddenly, the familiar crack of Apparition filled the air and horror ensued. A red light flashed past his ear and he turned quickly, brandishing his wand to defend himself. Whoever sent the curse was masked, ready to attack again, but immediately halted their actions as if they recognised him and moved on their way. And if it were any other situation, Regulus would of followed the crowd of Death Eaters just to watch and study.
But as his gaze then turned to the horrified Muggles fleeing in every direction, his heart dropped to his stomach. Where was Charity? No, no, no. This could not be happening. She could not be left in a situation like this, she did not have the same immunity he did. The only reason he was not attacked further was his heritage but it would not make him invulnerable if they did not see his face first. He began to run, carelessly pushing people out of his way to try and get to where he had last seen the blonde, trying to drown out the multiple screams and the various flashes of green.
“Move! Move out of the way!” He attempted to yell above it all.