I don’t know what possessed me to agree to get drunk with Draco in Soho, and if I could go back and change it, I would. At least that way I wouldn’t be staggering about the dark streets of Muggle populated London. The streets were dark and wet from the rain and for some reason, very empty. I saw a girl in the distance closing up a flower store and quickly made my way over to her.

“Ciao, uh.. can I burrow your phone?” I ask her slightly awkwardly, hoping my mouth was as coherent as my mind.