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Krel Ansell · 11-03-2020, 01:56 AM

Text Cut: Ilse

Lon had spent the evening at a bar. More specifically, at a muggle bar where he was less likely to be recognized and could drink and watch a football game in piece. Because, unlike the rest of his family, Lon enjoyed muggle London and the various things they had to offer. He was a bit tipsy, but by no means drunk and was strolling leisurely across the square on his way back to his flat. It might be the middle of winter, but it was a pretty decent night.

Considering the time of night, the only persons of interested he thought he might run into was a muggle who might be looking for trouble; nothing to worry about there, though because Lon could take care of himself. So imagine his surprise when he rounded Nelson’s column and found himself looking across the way at a very dirty looking young lady in a purple dress. Or, at least he thought it was purple. It was hard to tell under all the grime. But what he could tell, because it was radiating off her like a warning buzzer was she was completely lost. Worst yet – he knew her and therefore couldn’t just walk on by like the rest of the people who were looking at her like she was an escaped mental patient.

”Oye there Cinderella.” He shoved his hands into his pockets as he approached. Just because he felt obligated to stop, didn’t mean he felt obligated to be charming. ”Lost your fireplace have you?”

11-03-2020, 01:56 AM	#91 (permalink)
Krel Ansell Mooncalf Join Date: Jul 2003 Location: Drowning in files Posts: 7,071 x1	randomly tagged \| Norbert(a) \| The Wandmaker (tm) Text Cut: Ilse Quote: Originally Posted by CruppieMom89 It was the middle of the night, and Ilse was wondering through London, still dressed from the ball. Her gown and hair were still coated in soot. Her face was covered in dirt, but now there were tracks running through the mess. Her eyes were red and puffy showing signs that she’d been crying. She was a bit dazed. Actually she was a lot dazed. Looking around she suddenly realized she was lost and clearly in Muggle London. Even though it was late, there were far too many people around to use any kind of magic safely. People were already looking at her like she was crazy as they passed by... Lon had spent the evening at a bar. More specifically, at a muggle bar where he was less likely to be recognized and could drink and watch a football game in piece. Because, unlike the rest of his family, Lon enjoyed muggle London and the various things they had to offer. He was a bit tipsy, but by no means drunk and was strolling leisurely across the square on his way back to his flat. It might be the middle of winter, but it was a pretty decent night. Considering the time of night, the only persons of interested he thought he might run into was a muggle who might be looking for trouble; nothing to worry about there, though because Lon could take care of himself. So imagine his surprise when he rounded Nelson’s column and found himself looking across the way at a very dirty looking young lady in a purple dress. Or, at least he thought it was purple. It was hard to tell under all the grime. But what he could tell, because it was radiating off her like a warning buzzer was she was completely lost. Worst yet – he knew her and therefore couldn’t just walk on by like the rest of the people who were looking at her like she was an escaped mental patient. ”Oye there Cinderella.” He shoved his hands into his pockets as he approached. Just because he felt obligated to stop, didn’t mean he felt obligated to be charming. ”Lost your fireplace have you?” __________________