This was absolutely ridiculous. Ophelia had been sure to check the weather report before she had left this morning and it had said it wasn’t going to rain. Yet, here she was standing here at a traffic light waiting for the green man to appear on the little thing that would allow her to cross and she could hear the thunder sounding nearby. If she was lucky, she would be able to get to the supermarket before the rain came down. If she was lucky on the way home, she could get a a taxi back to the leaky cauldron. No doubt the driver would wonder why they were dropping here at a derelict looking pub but she could easily brush off any question from them. Ophelia had done them many times since she had been living in London. It was something she had simply grown used to it.

She hated the loss of her magic but she knew how to get around without thankfully. It just present a bigger problem when she was trying to get around in the muggle world. But she couldn’t fault them either. She marvelled at some of their inventions in fact. They were all great really.

As she made her way to the supermarket she felt he drops of water hitting her face and clothing and muttering something under her breath, she hurried to the nearest shelter she found. It happened to be the awning of a butcher. It was just perfect but there was a crowd here. Ophelia wished she had remembered to bring an umbrella. At least she wouldn’t have to risk getting wet. She looked around and noted that the rain was falling heavily now.

Looking past the few people standing beside her she saw the sign indicating the location of the supermarket. It was too far to make a run for it, for now she was stuck. She signed and folded her arms. ”At least London lives up to its reputation of it rarely being sunny” Ophelia said softly to herself not bothering if someone around her heard her or not.
 

London calling to the underworld
_{Come out of the cupboard, you boys and girls}

When she had started working at the diner it had been because she needed a job, but then she had gone to school and fallen in love with cooking and with the place. She loved it, but she knew that she could not stay there forever. She didn't want to leave, but it's not like she was becoming a manager or was the only cook. She was the back up for when people called out. She was the one who just picked up the slack and she doubted that she was appreciated in the least. She just didn't want the stress so she had put in some applications, and had had a few interviews thus far. Today was the last one that she had, and she did not have a good feeling about it.

It looked like the sky was about to open up, and she could almost feel it in the air. Her blue hair was hanging over her shoulder in a thick braid and she looked around her as she looked for any sort of cover. She didn't need this today. She had plans for the day and she had nothing that she really needed to be doing other than this, but she had to get there first. Shit. Shit. Shit. This was the one day that she had not gone and worn a jacket with a hood. She was trying to look good, but she knew that just like everywhere, the color of her hair obviously would affect her ability to do her job. Stupid bullshit in her opinion really.

She was pulling out her cell to text Adam and tell him she would be missing this one if the rain did not slack up and check any other messages she had gotten when someone near her spoke. Lifting her eyes to the woman nearby she snorted and laughed. "Does that shock you all that much, honestly? It is London after all. "

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