 Yeahhh, Mr White! Yeah science!
So that was Floo travel was it? Tom wasn't sure if he approved. Sure it was impressive an' all that, but the tube seemed a lot less stressful and unlikely to give you motion sickness than this weird green fire that sent you a-flyin'.
He coughed as he exited the fireplace and turned and looked back at the flames with an accusing look on his face.
*frown*
At least it seemed he had appeared where he was supposed to be. He had been warned in advance that if you didn't speak clearly, you could end up in Timbuktu if you weren't careful. Tom had never heard of such a place before but he was pretty sure he didn't want to end up there. So upon entering the fireplace, he cleared his throat and made sure to speak nice and clearly and not in his usual thick accented manner.
So far, so good... he guessed.
He tore his eyes away from the green flames and focused on an eye catching poster on the wall. Wozzat word say? 'Carn-i-val.' Wasn't that what posh people called the circus? And.. *squint* ..Broom flying? Was it really true that magic folk could fly on what muggles used to clean the floor? That sounded pretty cool. Better than travelling by fireplace.
It seemed he had arrived just in time as he heard time being called by the barman. He began to walk towards the main area of..
..'The Leaky Cauldron? Blaady strange name ain' it?'
*frown*
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