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*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 Jeias it's a big place and I have no idea where he is.]]
*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
*writing is heavily scored and blotched with ink*
Someone should stop the tree in the Great Hall from hitting people when they walk by.I didn't break that branch on purpose.
Who is playing that music? It is drowning out the noise!
Someone should stop the tree in the Great Hall from hitting people when they walk by.
Who is playing that music? It is drowning out the noise!
