 <333 Anashti l Brat Pack l Sally & Dr. Finklestein
He was on a mission, and perhaps his attitude was a little bit too enthusiastic for said fake mission because Drake had managed to go all out. They were getting some more time in Diagon Alley, and while he'd already gotten to see the pretty flowers in the Memorial Garden AND he'd gotten to have ice cream soup, there was ONE other thing he really wanted to do. And he was hoping his overly playful attitude for the day towards it would keep others occupied and OUT of Flourish and Blotts.
The mission? See how long he could terrorize the fountain as much as it terrorized everyone else.
He had not been personally victimized, however he heard a lot of stories when he was eavesdropping observing the last time he'd been to the Leaky Cauldron for lunch. And the amount of people that entered, mildly soaked, had been curiously high.
So he was avenging all of these strangers. And wearing all black to do it, because that was the color of sneaky right? He'd even asked his sister and friends (er, friend and... TBD?) if they'd like to join.
Tiptoeing in a comical cartoonish fashion, the boy approached the fountain but stopped a bit away and slunk behind one of the outdoor dining tables. The perfect hiding place.
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