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*page is stained with sweat and ink*

[[Private, hackable to very close friends]]

..heh...

..hahahahaha, the fools: they'll be wondering by now. They won't think I've gone this way. If I'd taken the quickest route, I would be found inside the city

*heavy quill score in the parchment*

..one more hour... the tunnels will be open, and then I will be faster.

[[/private]]

*folks in London might see a thin, scruffy schoolboy with a pack slung over his shoulder legging it through the darkest alleys he can find, trying to get out of town -- or at least to a safe place -- before the moon rises*

[[Jei's taken his wolfsbane, so he won't be biting anyone tonight, but he's had it up to there and this will be his last night in London. Backdated to an hour before dark -- after dark, folks might see what appears to be a large but scrawny dog carrying the same pack and running full tilt for an unknown destination.]]

Current Music: blaring traffic horns

*limps back to his bunk and throws himself flat on his stomach, burying his face in the thin pillow until most of the other inmates are asleep; then gradually draws his journal out of a slit in his mattress and begins to write with a plain Muggle pen*

If I could use magic here, I would bring heaven's wrath down upon his stinking head. I am not the only one who wants to, but no one else will dare. There is no reason for him -- no reason--

A time will come. A time will come. A time will come.

I think my crab is dead.....

*hides his face in his arms and tries to stop his shoulders from shaking*

Current Mood: very bad
Current Location: the London orphanage
Current Music: rustling of rats in the walls

*High noon on a London street. The scruffy boy strides angrily along the pavement, his movements hitching a bit, a pressure bandage wrapped around his left hand. Eyes downcast, he navigates by ear, stopping short as a bicycle nearly runs him down.*

*Some things have moved around since he last wandered these avenues, but he is soon learning his way again, identifying by sound and smell the shops, alleys, and byways far from the stone house to which he must return before dark. His face is set in a permanent scowl, his smudged cheeks bearing traces of recent agony, though the outer wounds have been healed or carefully masked. December's full moon couldn't have been more inconveniently timed.*

*The cold bites his nose; he drags a sleeve across his face, thinking bitterly about the school from which he had been snatched the previous day. He is a Ravenclaw. Knowledge is power. Someday, someday the stone house will be too small to hold him, and then the city will be his own.*

[[Backdated to noon today. If your character is in or around London, you're welcome to encounter Jei ~~as it's a big place and I have no idea where he is~~.]]

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