So. Magic's a thing. I mean. I guess I should've seen that coming as I walked through this crazy shimmery-long-type thing. Not every day you see something like that in Embrey. And I had, you know, just buried my sister and needed to get away from all of...THAT, so I went for a walk and found this cool looking thing and it like...called to me, you know? Not actually
called to me, but it was like a pulling. Did anyone else feel a pulling? I definitely felt a pulling.
Anyway. So I wind up here and there are so many people in my face! They want to know who I am, where I come from, yada yada yada, and then they take my fucking cigarettes! What, did they think they were explosives or something? They're cigarettes! At least they gave them back. But still, when you're interrogating someone AND quarantining them AND introducing them to the possibility of magic in this so-called new home of yours, you should really let them have a smoke to help calm their nerves. A lot better than the medical scans they did at the facility, I'll tell you that much.
But seriously, what the actual fuck? Sorry, I don't mean to cuss on here. Especially since there seem to be a lot of children around.
Which what's up with that? Is that another kinda magical sort of thing?
I need a drink. And it seems like almost everyone here is too young to buy me one.
( Private to Harry & Perry )