the marauders had agreed to meet up in muggle london. though this wasn’t something they’d usually do, they all had full confidence in the fact that they could make it. muggle london? that was nothing for a few wizards.

for remus and lily, this task was far easier than it was for the others. for james, it was practically an impossible task. the one thing he forgot to mention was his horrible sense of direction and survival skills. he grew up a pureblood wizard, how was he to know much about the muggle world, let alone muggle london?

james had been wandering the streets for almost an hour now, muggles everywhere. remus had really chosen the busiest day in muggle london to meet, leaving james to find his own way, it wasn’t fair.

by the time he’d seen the vinyl record store with the bright blue sign and two large windows that hung posters, it seemed as if he had completely stopped looking for the group's meetup spot.

james recognized a few of the artists; the beatles and david bowie, even a few he couldn’t name but knew he had seen before. it was something he found a funny sort of comfort in and held his attention almost instantly.

the boy couldn’t help but enter the enticing shop, keeping to himself as his eyes scanned the walls that held shelves of vinyl's and isles that muggles scattered as they sifted through records. it was unlike anything james had ever seen before.

he was so enamored by the sight that he had completely forgotten that there were people trying to go in and out of the shop. quickly, he had stepped aside for the couple that entered the shop only to run into someone, you. the owner of the shop.