Who: Argus and Demetrius When: Late this evening Where: Knockturn Alley What: Argus is looking for a book. Maybe Demetrius can help? Rating: TBD
"Lucky, lucky, lucky," Argus muttered to himself. It was lucky that he could come to the Alley in the night, when there weren't people around, crowding the air with their thoughts and painting the sky with their feelings. He didn't like the dark, no, but the sun was bright and hard, and Argus didn't fit in the daytime anymore.
He walked slowly, trying to remember where he was headed. It was hard, sometimes, to remember new places and names; they skipped and jumped in his head like frogs in the lake outside his childhood home, landing with a splash and disappearing. Wrapping his arms around himself, he came to a stop near a doorway and tried not to drown in the darkness while he found the memory needed to continue.