To passerby, the large, airy loft belonged to some rich CEO.
To Jacob, the loft was where he lived his life.
It was decorated in up to date, modern and fashionable colors, furniture scarce but large and expensive. The large, wall to wall windows gave the family of two (and one dog) an excellent view of the higher class area of Muggle London, with a second, slightly smaller window overlooking Diagon Alley.
Jacob was currently in the main room, the gloomy weather outside reflecting his music as he easily played the family piano. His mother was in the adjourned kitchen, cooking lunch. The kitchen television showed BBC, on mute in favor of Mozart.
"Is my practice time- I got it!" Jacob called over to his mother as the buzzer buzzed, signaling they had a visitor. Running over to the small device planted on the wall, he pressed the button. "Let them up, Jordan." he told the doorman.
Five minutes later, the doorbell rang.
