‘I know what you mean… well sort of. I miss playing when I’m not at school.’ He shrugged, picking a book off the shelf as something to do with his hands. It was a volume about werewolves and he had to stop a snort escaping him as he flicked to the introduction. Jazz was nothing like how the author described. In fact he got so vexed that the overhead lights flickered. Shoving the book back onto the shelf, he suddenly remembered his manners. ‘I’m Kit Newton. Completely average and uninteresting.’ He grinned.
‘Hmmm. I don’t have any theories either. My dad thinks it might be linked somehow to the blackout but I don’t know.’ He winced as splinching was mentioned, giving an involuntary shudder. ‘I used the floo to get me and Jens here, which seemed to be okay.’ He glanced towards the window then, just managing to see the tips of his beloved dog’s ears above the display.