It was a quiet evening down at Knockturn Alley. The sky had turned from day into night. The wind blew loudly down the street of Knockturn Alley but not so loud. Lighting flashes through the night and only spits of water fell out of the sky. 'Diagaron Alley!' shouted Andrian, dropping a handful of Floo powder on bottom of the fireplace. Little did he know, he had miss spelled the word. Whoosh! he disappeared in the giant green flame that filled up most of the fireplace. Coughing, he appeared in the middle of an old empty abandoned house. He took step out of the fireplace and looked around. 'This is not the leaky Cauldron...' he thought to himself, walking around the room for a minute or two. 'I must've miss spelled the word,' he thought, looking around again until he had spotted the window which was shaking wildly but the wind banging against the window. On the left hand side of the window, he had spotted the door and started to make his way towards it. He turned the handle and started to walk outside. 'Where am I,' he muttered, and looked up to a wonky wooden sign hanging on top of the wall beside him. Andrian could just make out the carved out word on the sign. 'Knoc...turn... Alley,' he read out carefully. 'Blimey!' he thought, his eyes bewildered. Last he heard of Knockturn alley. It was home to the most evil and sinister dark wizard that studied in the dark arts. Not in the mood for a fight, he tightened his traveling cloak and started heading his way out, hoping not to run into anyone that could cause him harm. He heard his wand in of the pocket in his coat tightly, making sure he was ready in case anything happened
by Raphael Stravos Valentine Wed May 02, 2012 5:21 am
