Terrence. (godboson) wrote in ageofdarkness, @ 2010-05-15 10:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | terrence higgs, zacharias smith |
Who: T and Z
What: Clubbing!
When: Friday night (yeah, yeah, backdated)
Where: T's flat/some club in London
Warnings: TBA
Terrence's lifestyle these days was drastically different from his lifestyle in school. He was living in a Muggle flat, for one thing, and only used magic around the place when he needed to. It was comfortable, but not luxurious; he mostly spent time there sleeping and eating these days. However, he had done his research, and peppered the place with Muggle appliances and technology; his favorite was the television. His routine was to watch the morning news while lifting weights, read the morning newspaper, then go out for a run, then head to the shooting range - he was learning how to use Muggle weapons, too. His afternoon was spent wandering, occasionally following people on foot - not Outsiders, necessarily, though some of them could have been - to practice getting away with it.
Step one was integrating himself fully into the Muggle world in London, and it was going quite well, if he did say so himself. He was using every skill he'd learned and taught himself in school for exactly this purpose, but other things were important too. Socializing, for one. He didn't know how much of a social life the Outsiders had, but they had to do something, surely, to keep from going mad. And, it was true, he had no reason to believe that they might be at a gay club, but that was where he'd promised to bring Zach. Even if it gave him no new leads, he'd still have a damn good time.
He'd sent Zach a Portkey that would bring him to Terrence's flat at seven, and it was getting close to that time. Terrence was ready to go, dressed in black jeans, a white wifebeater, and his dragonhide jacket, with his knives (he was much better with those than the gun, so far) and his wand concealed under his clothes, as well. He also had the penknife Zach had given him for opening locks, and the invisibility cloak shrunk down and tucked into his pocket.
No harm in being prepared. Now all he needed was his best friend, and he'd be ready to go.