NOAH
Since when did traveling in Diagon become such a life risk? All Adrian had wanted to do was go to Gringotts and return home. A max twenty minute errand. But no, there had to be an everlasting darkness outside, with people fighting and death eaters; he didn't remember them being this daring before. This sort of reminded him of certain occurrences in Portugal that he had heard about, but never seen. He had obviously never been a target. But it still gave a very eery resemblance to---
Adrian dropped to the ground as a shot of red light barely missed his head. Really? He had half a mind to be more aggravated than concerned for his life at this point. This was just--- intolerant in every way. Intolerance that made everyone inconvenienced and Deus he was a Quidditch player for fuck's sake! What did he have anything to do with the political-- social-- events happening here?
After a few more moments of clamoring, Adrian finally grasped a door handle. Wrenching it open, he figured being inside any shop or store would be better than the street. Or at least he hoped. Breathing heavily for a few moments, he tapped his wand to create a beam of light.
"Hello?"
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