After a quick shower, a small breakfast, and two cups of sugar-laden coffee, she decided it was time to venture out into the city and see what she could find. Because of course, Morgan Malone, photographer, blogger, and magic-obsessed weirdo, was not in London to sight-see. No, she was there for serious business.
England was one of the places in this world that was supposedly most deeply connected to magic, which was not at all surprising, considering the number of mystical sites that filled the country. There was Stonehenge, of course, but there were also the Stones of Stenness, the Ring of Brodgar, the Avebury Stone Circle, Glastonbury Tor... So many that her head spun just thinking of them. She wouldn't be starting on her photography and blogging expedition for a few weeks yet, but she'd also gotten a lot of tips from individuals on her blog that there was a connection to the previously hidden magical community somewhere in London.
While she had no idea if the tips she'd gotten were actually true, she saw no reason not to at least check it out. With her camera around her neck, an umbrella in her bag, and a pair of comfortable shoes on, she struck out into the streets of London. Her eyes were wide and currently a vivid shade of gold, an expression of wonder painted across her fair-skinned face. She'd always dreamed of coming to Europe, but never actually dared to believe she'd make it happen. Just being here was almost too wonderful to comprehend.
But of course, you can take the girl out of the States, and that doesn't necessarily mean that she'll change along with her surroundings. Rounding a corner, she was distracted by the sight of a store sign across the way, and came to an abrupt stop, not thinking that she might be creating a bit of an obstacle for the people walking around her. Many of them gave the blue-haired girl looks that ranged from puzzled to irritated, but continued on their way. Which was probably for the best, because Morgan was too absorbed to pay attention to what was going on around her. Her brow crinkled, and she tilted her head, eyeing the sign and the establishment that was beneath it.
"There's no way it's really going to be that easy. I mean they wouldn't just advertise themselves that way, right? The Leaky Cauldron? This has to be a joke."
Speaking aloud to herself was a long-time habit of hers, as it made it easier for her to process her thoughts. Which was necessary right now, because she was trying to decide whether or not she wanted to risk making herself look like an idiot by going into such a place and assuming there was something magical about it. Maybe it was just an old housewares repair shop or something? Secondhand goods? She rocked back onto her heels, then forward onto her toes, and bounced a few times, trying to decide what to do, and still oblivious to the people moving around her.