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Star-Lord · 08-24-2016, 04:16 AM

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Originally Posted by Awarlesta Black

Sleater kicked his legs up on his backpack resting on the ground. Weird, but also comforting to be back in London, although it meant being farther from Robin and his mother. As per usual, the summers were not as hot as they were in Oregon and it really messed with his mind. However, an ice cream on a summer's day was never out of the question. Ice cream was never around on the base. Really sad.

The nineteen year-old took one long lick of his ice cream cone and then returned to doodling in his notepad.

Bells wasn't sure why she was back here. The girl hadn't stepped foot in Diagon Alley since her last term at Hogwarts; two years ago. It was funny how time had flied by so quickly and in a blink of an eye. But nonetheless, the green eyed girl felt nostalgic being back. For a moment she felt like the eleven year old girl who ran away from her parents in the crowded streets. Grounded is what she was when they got home that night. The first of many to come. Walking along, she smiled at some people who had recognized who she was. Bells was still getting used to being asked for photos or autographs when she walks in the streets sometimes.

Approaching a bench, she set her bag down on it and took out her compact mirror. Her curls kept getting in her hair and she'd decided to finally pin them back. But out of the corner of her eye, the person sitting on said bench caught her eye. Raising a brow, and curiosity getting the best of her, she tapped his shoulder lightly. "Sleater?"

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Star-Lord DMGS & DMT Mooncalf Join Date: May 2009 Location: Gotham [GMT -5] Posts: 6,979 x2	★ wannabe historian ★ Baekry Quote: Originally Posted by Awarlesta Black Sleater kicked his legs up on his backpack resting on the ground. Weird, but also comforting to be back in London, although it meant being farther from Robin and his mother. As per usual, the summers were not as hot as they were in Oregon and it really messed with his mind. However, an ice cream on a summer's day was never out of the question. Ice cream was never around on the base. Really sad. The nineteen year-old took one long lick of his ice cream cone and then returned to doodling in his notepad. Bells wasn't sure why she was back here. The girl hadn't stepped foot in Diagon Alley since her last term at Hogwarts; two years ago. It was funny how time had flied by so quickly and in a blink of an eye. But nonetheless, the green eyed girl felt nostalgic being back. For a moment she felt like the eleven year old girl who ran away from her parents in the crowded streets. Grounded is what she was when they got home that night. The first of many to come. Walking along, she smiled at some people who had recognized who she was. Bells was still getting used to being asked for photos or autographs when she walks in the streets sometimes. Approaching a bench, she set her bag down on it and took out her compact mirror. Her curls kept getting in her hair and she'd decided to finally pin them back. But out of the corner of her eye, the person sitting on said bench caught her eye. Raising a brow, and curiosity getting the best of her, she tapped his shoulder lightly. "Sleater?" __________________ I don't bend easy, budge or break; Trust me, you don't want it with the female Scarface;