Who Ya Gonna Owl?
Englishman in New York – No, Wait
Arthur dropped his hand and took a long breath, inhaling the familiar smells of the Alley. The apothecary nearby, the cauldron-cleaning solution from the shop across the way, even the reek of Eeylops Owl Emporium- oh, yes, he knew those smells well. “Smell that?” he asked Dr. Venkman, who was staring at the throngs of wizards and witches. “That, my American friend, is the smell of magic.”
Peter sniffed. “Smells like Chinatown,” he murmured.
“Well, we do get a fair number of our herbs and potion ingredients from China,” said Arthur with some surprise. “Excellent nose you’ve got there.”
“No biggie. I live three blocks from the place, I should know what it smells like.” He sidestepped a witch as she bustled past, her arms full of poorly-wrapped packages. “So where’s this Gringotts?”
Arthur turned, ready to point. “Oh, it’s just over-”
He froze.
“Never mind,” said Peter, who was looking in the same direction. “I think I can find it on my own. I’m just gonna follow the bloodcurdling screams of terror, okay?”
Posted by Garrett on July 26th, 2005 in Fanfic, Harry Potter | No Comments
