RP: Cling and Clatter Date: May 8th, 2001, morning Characters: Evan and Astoria Location: muggle London Public/Private: Private Summary: Evan has a day off. He meets Astoria. This could turn bad quick, but let's hope it doesn't. Status: Complete
Evan wasn't sure what to do. His mind was plagued with thoughts of Sam being distant, that guy Vlad, Lavender and his son, and the disappearing act Teagan officially pulled. There was part of him that wanted to go after Teagan, just to prove his point, but he already had so much on his plate, he wasn't sure it was worth adding to it for the redhead. She could go off and be John's bitch all she wants, right? Every time he asked himself that the answer was no, she couldn't. The situation with Vlad just bothered. He spoke of all this shit that made no sense, acted like he was so damned superior. Instead, he was just an insane - and perhaps dangerous - man that belonged in a mental institution. He'd made no progress with Sam, and if he wasn't mistaken he was sure that Sam was acting more distant than before. Lavender had disappeared, which was fine with him other than the fact he know knew she had his son with her. His son. His. He wasn't just going to let them disappear without going after them. Finding her, though, wasn't an easy feat.
Walking down the street, he tried to avoid the small crowd on the sidewalks. It was easier said than done, though since he kept inadvertently stepping out of one person's way only to step into another's path. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he dropped his head so he was staring at the ground and people's feet rather than anyone else. He wasn't in a real mood to be social, not until he had all this figured out.