Izak Novak-Kagan (maskasrdci) wrote in conversatempore, @ 2013-06-14 17:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | !incomplete, hadyn novak |
Who: Hadyn and OPEN
Where: Heading through London to the address Hermione gave him.
When: Friday Afternoon.
What: Hadyn figures getting some papers to at least pretend like he belongs in 1941 London is a good thing. Even if he isn't so sure about how well this is going to go.
Hadyn was hoping this would not be too terribly difficult. At least in the since that navigating London had been somewhat tricky in 2001, and every sign was in place and there were no buildings blown to pieces. Here it was not so much. Bits and pieces of rubble dotted the streets, and so many people went about business as if they hadn't just had to step around a rather large and obvious chunk of building.
He'd set out in his borrowed clothing, borrowing a ribbon from the niece (Ariel or something to that effect) to pull his hair back and out of his face. He didn't want to cut it, seeing as it always had the strange effect of making him look younger, but he had noticed a few odd looks passed his way. Maybe he needed to get a hat to go along with his 1940s suspenders.
Scrubbing a hand over his cheek, he thought about the need to shave as he finally found the address he was looking for. Silently he'd been grateful to arrive at the building unmolested by police and without a need to ask directions. Elisha had been pointed in his warnings about Eastern wizards being arrested and shut out of hotels, and suspected that a lone Czech wizard who had arrived rather mysteriously without papers would be at greater risk than most. For Hadyn it was much like he remembered Soviet Rule in before 1989, though in his young mind everything had been made twice as horrible as it had been. At least in Brno things had been surprisingly peaceful.
For a Wizard, at least.
Glancing down the street again, he pulled his jacket a bit before moving into the building Hermione had given him, and hoped things would go easily enough from there. When others turned to look at him, he forced himself to smile as easily as he could as pushed on. Yes, they would meet here and everything would be fine afterward. That was the way it would go, and there was nothing to worry about.
He hoped.