𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒚 𝑪𝒂𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒏 ⟡ ݁₊ .

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Reducio

𝕿he day was dull and gloomy, clouds casting dark shadows over the street of Charing Cross Road. Maze Forge stood in front of a dark, shabby building, located in between a peculiar bookstore and a record store.

"Come on" called her aunt Cally. Maze looked skeptical. The building seemed far too ordinary to be magical. But, she followed her aunt's words, taking a step inside.

She was immediately greeted with the smell of beer, and dark wood tones. Tables were scattered, some too hidden in dark corners to see. A bar sat on the right with a bartender. She was a fat woman, with red hair that sat on her shoulder.

"Welcome to the Leaky Cauldron. What can I get you?" She asked, on approaching the bar. "We're just passing by" aunt Cally answered.

"Why are we here aunt Cal?" Maze asked. Her aunt let out a breath, as she always did when Maze asked a question. It was as if she held her breath, waiting for Maze to ask a question.

"This is the entrance to Diagon Alley. Now..." aunt Cally took a deep breath, as if what she was about to say might be hard for Maze to hear. "I don't want you wondering around everywhere. You will follow me and stick to my side, understood?" Maze nodded.

"Good. Let's get going then"

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