InsaneJournal

After having had Rose and her father the Doctor check him over until they were satisfied he was as healthy as was possible, the still-bloody young werewolf was thanking them and carefully moving outside, lifting his eyes up to check the sun, since the clock didn't work, and he wasn't wearing his watch. It'd been left back at Hogwarts. He'd miss it, he liked the feeling of it on his wrist. And it was with this thought that he was rubbing his covered wrist, (long sleeves were a savior for bruised and battered boys) and starting down the steps of the museum. He had agreed to meet Miss Tonks this morning, but was hoping he'd be able to make it to the thrift store and find something that wasn't blood stained to wear. He didn't want her worrying over him too. Worrying for no reason, in his opinion.

Once he got to the bottom of the steps, he was looking up again, and trying to remember if the thrift store was left... or right.