Who: Alex & Mona
When: December, 2025
Where: Diagon Alley, London, UK


She shifted her weight from one foot to the other as she stood outside The Leaky Cauldron, finishing her muggle cigarette. They were a strong, German brand that she brought with her from where she had been living the past (almost) year.

Mona was dressed as a muggle too - not even wearing a cloak, but a black leather jacket which really wasn't suitable for the cold weather. As a chill went down her spine, she chided herself for not casting a warming spell on the liner before putting the jacket on.

Oh well - no matter. Her feet were cold too. Might as well be entirely cold instead of half-cold.

She turned her head as a wizard exited the Leaky, but it was an older wizard. Bald and old, and not at all Alex Weasley. She frowned, thinking about her boyfriend. Former boyfriend, she reminded herself. Since the night that her parents had scurried her away to Germany - away from the danger in England. She had hated her parents for doing so and refused to speak to them for weeks. Mona had written long, angry, sad letters to Alex, telling him of her situation. She wrote to him almost every day.

And months went by with no answer. Not even an owl with a hastily scribbled note.

There had been nothing.

Unable to do anything but home-study, and missing her friends and boyfriend and Hogwarts, she had begun to act out. Mona had dyed her hair black and had her nose pierced. Then she got a butterfly tattoo when drunk with people she didn't really know all that well, and the day after bleached her hair until it was nearly platinum. Then came the lip ring, and the blue hair. Her raven tattoo on her left shoulder, and the pink hair. Her step-mum nearly had a fit when she found out that Mona had her nipples pierced two months ago, and just the past week Mona had dyed her hair a shocking shade of purple.

She had taken up smoking, and had smoked pot - a lot. Mona didn't drink much, because it reminded her too much of Alex.

Then, most everything reminded her of Alex. She still slept with the stuffed raccoon he had won for her at the fair two summers ago.

Now she was back in England, and nervous as hell. It was near Christmas and though Diagon Alley wasn't choked full of people, there was the chance of running into a Weasley or someone who would recognize her. And it would get back to Alex. Would he even care?

She chainsmoked another cigarette, lighting a new one from the old, and began walking from The Leaky towards the sounds of laughter and a brightly displayed storefront, owned and operated by George and Fred Weasley. Mona stood outside, peering in through a window, trying to see inside.