After that bright, beautiful day of Albert and Fleur's wedding, Britain had been drenched in endless rain for a long while. Today, the rain in London had stopped for the moment, but the sky was still thick with clouds.
Allen accompanied the Clearwaters to Piccadilly Circus, the hub of Soho, and his gaze settled on the statue of Eros standing on one foot in the center of the square.
"London's Piccadilly Circus was designed by Nash in 1819 to fulfill the Prince Regent's dream of connecting Carlton House with Regent's Park... This statue was sculpted by Prince Albert, and it was also the first statue cast in aluminum... However, at the time, when this completely nude statue was installed in the square in 1893, it drew the displeasure of Victorian Era moral guardians, though the divine statue soon became a symbol of London..." Mr. Clearwater introduced the Muggle scenic spot to Allen, though his eyes kept drifting to the purplish lump on Allen's forehead.
"Nowadays, people often use this place as a meeting spot for dates... There are always London couples gathered around the statue..." Mrs. Clearwater said, smiling as she looked at her daughter and Allen, though in the end she could not help turning her gaze to the lump on Allen's head as well. "Allen, that on your head is... Why don't you use your magic to heal it? I mean, once I accidentally fractured my hand, and Penelope didn't let me go to the hospital—she fixed it for me almost instantly..."
"Mom! Don't be so nosy..." Penelope was scolding her mother for prying, but her expression looked as if she could not help feeling rather pleased with herself.
The corner of Allen's mouth stiffened for an instant, but he forced himself to maintain his calm, unruffled expression.