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Astrophel Orion Fleetwood ([info]fleetingstar) wrote in [info]wished,
@ 2010-10-19 19:52:00
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Who: Astrophel Fleetwood and Maisie Cattermole
When: Tuesday early evening
Where: Diagon Alley
What: Two lost souls meeting for the first time? Lol that sounds cheesy.
Rating: TBD
Open/Closed: Open to Masie



The air is warm with the heat of magical lamp posts igniting all along the winding way of Diagon Alley. Eateries open late open their windows and the scent of baking pies and fresh butterbeer has his stomach twisting uncomfortably for a moment. Astrophel places a hand over his abdomen and stills himself next to The Lucky Bakery. He inhales deep, sighs loudly and shakes his head in such a way that stray strands of dark, chestnut hair tumble over his blue eyes.

There is no rhyme or reason behind him choosing not to eat, he simply isn't.. in the mood. Which isn't to say he is in any particular mood that would have him acting upset, in fact, Astrophel simply feels wistful. Feels lost. Feels like he could walk forever if Diagon stretched so far.

He's having a hard time thinking straight. Images flash behind his eyes when he blinks. He sees dark things, a pale woman, and he touches his throat tentatively. The scars of the welts there are not incredibly visible but they still mar his flesh a lighter pink. He swallows hard and turns sharp to head back the other way as he is heading toward Knockturn and the very thought of it makes him feel sick, though Diamond lays there.

That's when he meets her. Not with a polite hello or a soft smile, but a sudden crash as the pair collide and he steps backward, words bubbling from his lips.

"Oh, Merlin, sorry, wasn't payin' a lick of attention.."


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