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kirley__duke (kirley__duke) wrote in hogwarts_dawn,

"We'll ask about open mic nights. It'll be good to play for people again," Kirley agreed, feeling more relaxed and like himself than he had since he'd arrived in this new world. Coming out tonight had been an excellent idea he'd had, and he could see that Myron was relaxing as well. "Styx is an idea, but twenty-five is hardly a crowd. We can do both, though."

He reached out and stole the cigarette from Myron, took a long drag, then passed it back. It was an old habit, one formed before either of them could legally buy cigarettes at all. The London rain didn't bother him; he was just too happy to be out in the streets, walking familiar paths filled with brand-new sights. It was Saturday evening, not too late but not early, and the streets were bustling with activity. Happy people of all ages and genders gathered in groups, laughing and enjoying themselves, and Kirley took his time admiring them. It was just so good to be in a crowd again. He'd always thrived best when surrounded by people, whether they be friends or strangers.

"French House," Kirley agreed, fond memories surfacing of nights spent there with Myron and Donny and later the rest of the Sisters in various combinations. "I doubt it. It's been ages, but if they do, we'll just claim to be our own grandsons or something."