Date: July 10th, 2026	Speech | Thoughts
Time: Early Morning	Mentioning: @Harvey Barrows
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Stepping out of the bright green fire of the Floo Network from Corranado Manor to Diagon Alley, Luca brushed a small amount of soot from his lightweight white linen shirt. He had traveled by Floo powder many times in the past. However, it was still hard not to be disoriented by the spinning heat, and the sudden arrival and sensory overload of whatever noise awaits you at your destination. A quick moment before his first step was dedicated to gaining his composure, so he looked like the natural that he was at traveling the Floo Network.

He was acutely aware of how he presented himself and his family name in the general public. After a few steps to catch up with Lorenzo and Amelia, the heir buried his right hand in the corresponding pocket of his dark tailored trousers. It was a hot summer’s day in the Alley, so breathable attire that was still fashionable was necessary for comfort. Using his free hand to adjust the clean line of his trousers over his clean Oxford shoes, Luca finished catching up to his parents but stayed a step or two behind for independence.

Remaining a step or two behind his parents allowed him to take in their unspoken teachings, which he inferred through watching how they moved. Sometimes they moved with an unspoken authority over the room or the area they were in. Oftentimes they were recognized by other wizarding families or business associates and stopped in the street to discuss said business. Either way, he was constantly learning from them about the importance of legacy and keeping their family’s name at the forefront of the wizarding world.

The young wizard walked, excited for the day’s events. Amelia’s lessons in etiquette always worked their way to the front of his mind in these public social situations, so he occasionally offered a polite nod to a friendly face, or a moment of conversation when he was addressed. Between these fleeting moments of social obligation, the boy took in the world around him. While he made his way through the area, passing familiar stores, the sunlight caught a glimpse of his father’s watch that caught his attention. Looking down, he noticed the watch and the ring Harvey had offered him during last summer’s visit to the Barrows residence..

The morning light shone through the stairwell between Gringott’s and the other odd stores, and this gave way to a gentle breeze that wafted the smells of the Alley, sweet, savory, and sometimes bitter. The boy’s ears caught the sounds of families conversing, children playing, the sound of a nearby Apothecary, the chatter outside Gringotts, a street vendor, and his mother and father conversing with those who were likely business associates to them both.