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**Korpsit** · 02-03-2018, 12:20 AM

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Originally Posted by Felixir

The middle of the street was perhaps the most BORING place in Diagon Alley. Even eight-year-old Spencer could tell it was where all the stupid boring serious places were, that weren't really any fun to play in and meant that he had to wait around for his dad for AAAAAAAGES. Right now that very same dad was inside the post office, because he needed to send out some boring writing thing to some boring writing book men in some boring writing book men offices that were in countries that weren't this one. The Muldoons' owl was getting on a bit, and couldn't really handle really long journeys any more, so he had decided to do ALL OF THIS from the post office, and he had dragged Spencer along with him.

But, as has already been established, post offices were BORING, and also Spencer didn't like how all the owls stared down at him while he was in there. For that reason, he had announced that he would wait outside until his dad was done, which was code for 'go play in the playground for the sixty-eighth time this week'.

Stepping out onto the cobbled path of Diagon Alley, Spencer pulled the door shut behind him with both hands, before shoving said hands into his pockets and turning around to face the street. The playground wasn't far off, and usually he would have charged there like an ABSOLUTE MADMAN, but this time he went for a leisurely sort of stroll because he was cool as a cucumber, and also because he knew that even when his dad was finished with the owls and the post and the office and the owl post office, he'd just end up finding more errands to run while his wayward child was otherwise occupied.

It should have been illegal, all this access--easy access-- and he wasn't allowed to keep a single one of them. It was all good and well that the child needed playmates but what about when she was done with them? What use did they have to her, or Trevelyan for that matter? If you asked him, he should have been allowed to palm off a few of them for a hefty price. That would have been a reward more fitting of his time.

Thankfully, today, it didn't seem the goblin would have to go too far for its prey. An unattended little boy who hadn't a care in the world.

A quick look in a shop window to ensure he was still perfectly polyjuiced as a bright eyed, freckle faced, redhead of about 7 years, Korpsit turned and followed along after him. "Psssssst! Psst! Hey!" He skipped along over, being sure to stop BEFORE the boy which would in turn hopefully had him stop. "Wanna play?"

Standard question while sharp eyes searched the perimetre for any signs of an adult who may have been paying keen attention to him.

Where were his parents?

02-03-2018, 12:20 AM	#69 (permalink)
Korpsit Other Characters Red Cap Join Date: May 2010 Posts: 85	Quote: Originally Posted by Felixir The middle of the street was perhaps the most BORING place in Diagon Alley. Even eight-year-old Spencer could tell it was where all the stupid boring serious places were, that weren't really any fun to play in and meant that he had to wait around for his dad for AAAAAAAGES. Right now that very same dad was inside the post office, because he needed to send out some boring writing thing to some boring writing book men in some boring writing book men offices that were in countries that weren't this one. The Muldoons' owl was getting on a bit, and couldn't really handle really long journeys any more, so he had decided to do ALL OF THIS from the post office, and he had dragged Spencer along with him. But, as has already been established, post offices were BORING, and also Spencer didn't like how all the owls stared down at him while he was in there. For that reason, he had announced that he would wait outside until his dad was done, which was code for 'go play in the playground for the sixty-eighth time this week'. Stepping out onto the cobbled path of Diagon Alley, Spencer pulled the door shut behind him with both hands, before shoving said hands into his pockets and turning around to face the street. The playground wasn't far off, and usually he would have charged there like an ABSOLUTE MADMAN, but this time he went for a leisurely sort of stroll because he was cool as a cucumber, and also because he knew that even when his dad was finished with the owls and the post and the office and the owl post office, he'd just end up finding more errands to run while his wayward child was otherwise occupied. It should have been illegal, all this access--easy access-- and he wasn't allowed to keep a single one of them. It was all good and well that the child needed playmates but what about when she was done with them? What use did they have to her, or Trevelyan for that matter? If you asked him, he should have been allowed to palm off a few of them for a hefty price. That would have been a reward more fitting of his time. Thankfully, today, it didn't seem the goblin would have to go too far for its prey. An unattended little boy who hadn't a care in the world. A quick look in a shop window to ensure he was still perfectly polyjuiced as a bright eyed, freckle faced, redhead of about 7 years, Korpsit turned and followed along after him. "Psssssst! Psst! Hey!" He skipped along over, being sure to stop BEFORE the boy which would in turn hopefully had him stop. *"Wanna play?"* Standard question while sharp eyes searched the perimetre for any signs of an adult who may have been paying keen attention to him. Where were his parents? __________________