When young Dawn with her rose-red fingers shone once more, Andrea found herself awake shortly after breakfast. After a short shower, she found a note left by her parents, along with a map of Muggle London. The note simply said they had some things to take care of and would be back before dinner. Her mother, who had written the note, told her let the twins know if she needed anything.
All right! A wallet full of money in a place I’ve never been before. This should be fun, she thought. Grabbing a light jacket (just in case) and her wallet and wand, Andrea headed out into London to do a little exploring.
Looking around, she deduced that she was near St. Pancras Station. She had decided to spend most of the day doing the “tourist thing”, looking at all the museums. After finding her way to the metro station, Andrea bought a Carnet and jumped on the Piccadilly line to South Kensington. She walked through the crowds to the small cluster of museums. Hmm, okay, these are a bit crowded, she thought. Deciding to stay away from such crowds, she consulted the map in her hands.
“Hmm… I’ll just take the Circle line to Embankment, and lets see, it looks like I’ll have to jump over to the Jubilee line… okay, and get off at Charing Cross for the National Gallery,” she mused aloud, making her way back.
About an hour later, Andrea was inside London’s National Gallery, looking at all the different works on the walls. There was one that really stood out to her. It was of a little boy with a small toy sailboat floating just offshore on a small pond, the boy sitting on his haunches with his arms around his knees, hoping the wind would fill its little sail. Next to 'Artist Name' was Colin Creevey. She recognized the name from somewhere, but she couldn’t quite place it.
“That was my favorite one I took that day,” a man from behind her said.He was about 5'7" with slightly unruly dark blonde hair and had his hands in his jean pockets.
“Are you the photographer,” Andrea asked.
“Yes, Collin Creevey,” he said, sticking his hand out.
“Andrea, but most just call me Lia. You’ve got quite a talent Mr. Creevey,” she told him, shaking his hand. It felt a little odd to be talking with this man so causally.
“Call me Colin, please, and thank you. You’re not from around here, are you,” he asked, noting her slight accent.
Andrea smiled saying, “Not really, but my parents are. They both grew up in Britain.”
“Interesting. I don't mean to pry Lia, but what's your last name? You remind me of an old friend."
“Well, its a bit complicated.” Colin looked at her, slightly confused, so she continued. “Long story, but I think it’s supposed to be Malfoy.”
“You’re kidding right? Draco Malfoy,” he replied, laughing a little.
“That would be him,” she said, smirking slightly.
“Gods, you look so much like him with that smirk. But less, umm, evil,” he said, making Andrea laugh before continuing. “So then who is your mother? You’re too polite to be from two Slytherins.”
“Ginny Daragan. No no wait,scratch that, Weasley. Still getting used to that. Now I remember! You and my mother were friends!”
“Ha ha. Yes, we were. So she’s back, after all that time?”
“You know, I bet she’d love to see you. We’re staying at the Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley.” Looking at her watch, she continued, “Yikes, I have to be getting back. Why don’t you come and have dinner with us tonight?”
Colin agreed and they headed back, just in time to get in trouble.
“Lia! Where have you been,” her mother pretty much yelled, but when she saw the man standing next to her daughter, she stopped.
A/N: (1) So can anyone guess were the bolded line in the beginning is from? (2) Sorry it took so long (compared to my other updates) to get this up! My internet's been weird all week, but for the moment, its up. For the moment...
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