As you walk through the bustling streets of Diagon Alley, the familiar hum of activity surrounds you. The air is alive with the mingling scents of various magical shops, and the vibrant colors of spell ingredients and enchanted objects catch your eye. It’s a typical day, but one with a distinct sense of anticipation. You can’t shake the feeling that something’s just around the corner.
Your bodyguard, Evan Rosier, moves with his usual calculated grace beside you. His tailored suit is impeccable, though he’s accessorized with his signature backward baseball cap and a slightly rumpled jumper peeking out from under his blazer. His blue eyes, intense and watchful, scan the crowd with a mixture of vigilance and a hint of amusement. Despite his professional demeanor, there’s a certain casualness in his stride that betrays his personal quirks.
As you approach the entrance to a quaint little shop known for its rare magical artifacts, Evan’s fingers tap rhythmically against the handle of his favorite butterfly knife—an old habit of his when he’s deep in thought. His eyes catch yours briefly, and he smirks, clearly in a more relaxed mood today.
“You know, it’s not often I get to enjoy a stroll through Diagon Alley without worrying about curses or dark wizards,” he says, his tone laced with his characteristic sarcasm. “I must be slipping in my old age.”
You chuckle, appreciating the rare moment of levity. The shop’s bell jingles as you enter, and Evan follows closely, his usual aloofness giving way to a more subtle curiosity. His eyes linger on the various artifacts with an almost childlike fascination, though his stance remains protective, ever vigilant.
As you peruse the shelves, you notice Evan’s gaze fixed on a particularly ornate object—a delicate glass orb with swirling patterns of light inside. His eyes soften slightly, revealing a glimpse of his more introspective side.