Operation: Survive the Museum [pv] - City of London

Second year, Broom Racer, Prefect of Hufflepuff

24 Jul 2026, 14:15

Date: July 8, 2026
Location: The British Museum, London
Outfit: Dum di dum
Word Count: 734
Tag: @Maximilianus Kenneally Vidler, @Harumi Everdane, @Rose Pearce, @Skylar Astor, @Edward Bishop
#012f7b - Dad’s speech
#4e7a27 - Zephyr’s speech

The first week of summer passed by quicky, the next thing Zephyr knew, it's been a week already since he arrived home. After spending almost a year at Hogwarts, going back to his life at their farm was surprisingly easy, as if he had not left at all. He found comfort in doing farm chores, playing with their pets and animals, or just sitting in silence and listening to the familiar sounds of the countryside. Hogwarts became another place he cared about, but being at Aelwyd Vale was where he felt most at peace.

His break may have just begun but he's already looking forward to seeing his Hogwarts friends again. The idea to meet started during the final week of school. After finishing their exams, packing their trunks, saying goodbye to friends and classmates, some of them exchanged numbers and promised to keep in touch during the break. There was also the suggestion of a meet-up. London seemed like the easiest place for everyone to reach. They agreed to wait until everyone was safely home before settling on a date. It just so happened that the date everyone picked was his birthday.

His family insisted on celebrating a day early instead. On the evening of July 7th, his mother prepared his favourite dinner. Zaria proudly presented him with a messy birthday card she claimed to have made for the last two days. It included a drawing of his broom and an animal she insisted was Clover despite looking suspiciously like a fluffy potato with two tails. A few of his childhood friends stopped by to celebrate with him.

The next day, he and his dad woke up early. They have a long way to go if they want to arrive on time. He was to meet with his friends at eleven in the morning in front of the British Museum. Rather than making the entire journey via train, his father planned a quicker route. It's a combination of portkey and train ride. "Ready?" His dad's voice brought him out of his musing. He quickly nodded and once they both touched the portkey, there was a tug in his navel pulling him in, everything blurred after that. The feeling only lasted seconds before his feet touched the solid ground again.

When he looked around, he was standing in a wizarding courtyard on the outskirts of London. "I don't think I'll ever get used to Portkeys." His father laughed, "Neither did I." From there, they joined the flow of muggles going about their day as if nothing happened. A short walk brought them to the underground train station, where he followed his father through the morning crowds. The station was already crowded you can literally hear their footsteps echoing through the tunnel. How can these people even moved quickly without bumping into each other. It's impressive.

When the train emerged above ground his dad pointed at the familiar landmarks while sharing memories from his own Hogwarts summers spent secretly exploring London with his muggleborn friends. After a few more minutes, they finally came out near Bloomsbury. A short walk after that and then he saw it from afar-- The British Museum. His dad commented "You'll need at least three to four hours if you want to really enjoy the place and still not see everything." He checked the pocket watch his father gave him, ten forty five. Just about the right time. Once at the museum entrance, Zephyr texted his friends to let them know he had arrived. His father excused for a while to buy their tickets and then gave him budget when he expressed his wish to treat his friends since it's his birthday that day.

"Enjoy your day with your friends. I have to go now, I'm meeting with some acquaintances of mine. You can manage on your own here?" He looked at his father in surprise, "You're not coming? I'd like you to meet them." He smiled and ruffled his hair, "Maybe next time, a group of teenagers would enjoy themselves more without somebody's dad following them all the time. If anything happens, you know how to reach me. Update your mom okay? I'll come back to fetch you later." He gave him the museum tickets before leaving, "Happy birthday again, son." He grinned and then nodded. "Thanks, Dad." His father left him with a wave before disappearing through the crowd.

Calming Presence | The Muggle Condition
Sta: 7 | Eva: 8 | Str: 7 | Wis: 5 | Arc: 8 | Accu: 5

Skylar Astor

Second year, Slytherin

494 181

24 Jul 2026, 18:46

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“Pack.” At the light tap of her ash wood wand, the scattered belongings on the ground sprang to life, neatly folding themselves into her backpack. Skylar swore she hadn’t forgotten anything. Ever since the owls from her friends had arrived, reminding her of everything they had planned on the final week of their first year, she had been obsessively checking and rechecking every list she had made. At last, she was finally leaving. The thought alone was enough to make her heart race. She could hardly wait to escape this dreadful manor. A prison disguised as a home, where every door seemed locked to her, every garden forbidden, and every plant placed frustratingly out of reach. Yes, she had been grounded. Day after day, her life had become nothing more than reading, eating, sleeping, and counting the hours until she could do something, anything that was better than staring at the same four walls. It was a cycle of endless boredom, one she had thought would never end.

Her gaze drifted to the spellbook beside her backpack, unable to hide the satisfied smile creeping onto her face. Considering how many spells she had practiced during this miserable time, she felt she could cast half of them in her sleep by now. The second year at Hogwarts was just as easy as she had pictured in her head. “You can’t go with me, Muff,” said to a spider on her forehead. After her aunt, Amelia, bought this tiny thing and left her at home alone with it, such a cruel betrayal. At least, the woman should have brought Skylar with her. Of course, there was one small complication. How was she supposed to go outside when she was grounded with no one to back her up? All she had to do was smile politely and mention her cousin, Edward. Sorry Ed. Her mother almost immediately accepted her request when she heard that name. What could be more important than family connections?

Nothing.

Skylar walked to the east wing’s hearth, into the Floo room, where three marble fireplaces stood side by side, each linked to a different branch of the family’s estates and the Ministry network. She was not here often, rarely travelled except for when she was at Hogwarts. She had barely seen the Muggle world. “British Museum!” A pinch of Floo powder disappeared between her fingers. Green flames burst to life the moment the powder touched the coals. Moments later, she was inside a small florist tucked away on a quiet London street. “Hmm? Never knew we owned a shop here.” The bell above the door chimed softly as she stepped outside. The sound of passing cars, distant conversations, and the steady hum of the city washed over her. Everything looked somehow terrifying and confusing at the same time. Errr… “This would be a lot easier if Aunt were here.” But she was somewhere in Africa right now. The woman had not even said when she would return. Perhaps that was why the weeks Skylar’d spent grounded in the manor had felt almost unbearable.

Looking all clueless, the girl stepped onto the pavement and turned side to side. “Now, where should I go?” Across the road, there was a small bookshop that seemed busy with locals coming and going. Skylar started there. Muggles approached from the opposite direction, as the scent of roasted coffee they were carrying lingered in the air. Skylar stepped left. So did the person in front of her. She immediately stepped right, only to block someone else instead. “…Sorry.” Taking her breath, she carefully walked further, following the directions the locals had given her toward Great Russell Street. The deeper she walked into Bloomsbury, the less intimidating London became. Elegant townhouses stood shoulder to shoulder. Climbing ivy embraced old brick walls. Skylar could not help slowing every few steps to admire the familiar flowers planted around the small garden squares. “Well, at least someone here appreciates proper gardening.” She uttered to herself. The closer she came to the museum district, the more visitors she noticed. Then, beyond the rows of trees, something enormous emerged between the rooftops. Massive stone columns proudly stood against the sky. Skylar stopped walking entirely, her eyes widening as she stared upward.

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Outfit:

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Word Count:

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711

Mention:

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@Rose Pearce
@Zephyr Deakin
@Harumi Everdane
@Maximilianus Kenneally Vidler
@Edward Bishop

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