Post by Leon Foster on Aug 18, 2012 2:30:46 GMT -5
Leon had been wandering around Drakborough for several hours. It had been his birthday. He wasn't even sure what time it was anymore (probably sometime after midnight, meaning his birthday was at an end,) but he didn't really care. It was the last days of summer and it wasn't like there was any kind of curfew enforced, though considering the Vampire menace and all sorts of spooky scaries that came out at night there probably should have been.
Perhaps that is what the young Gryffindor had been hoping to encounter - some kind of demonic entity that he'd been deprived of encountering for his entire time here. Something to renew his sense of purpose, to make him feel like himself again. Or maybe he'd just hoped to meet people in Drakborough, someone who'd listen to him talk about his problems. Someone to be his friend. Never in Leon's life before now had he actually felt like he needed one this badly.
But he'd gone to Joker's, he'd drank a (non-alcoholic) beverage, he'd looked around, but all the people were twice his age and he just felt really awkward being there. Eventually he'd just given up and left. There didn't seem to be any students anywhere, and the ones who were there seemed to have very tight-knit groups and were not interested in listening to Leon or even dealing with his presence.
So he'd gotten himself lost. Lost in his own thoughts, lost in his own life, and now literally lost in the town of Drakborough. He wasn't even entirely sure where he was for a long period of time, seeing mostly houses (some with candles burning inside, some not) and the occasional small shop. Eventually, he wound up at an intersection of the town's roads, and outright admitted to himself he had no idea the way back to the Castle.
"Ah well," he said to himself, shutting his eyes and letting out a breath of air. As soon he'd opened his eyes again, however, he found himself standing in a very familiar spot. Right in front of the place where he and Micha had gotten hot chocolate on that day. He blinked and looked around. Everything else around him looked very unfamiliar, but he would have sworn he was in that very same spot.
Perhaps he was just unobservant. Or perhaps this was a case of some kind of magic. Considering what town he was in, he bet on the latter.
Perhaps that is what the young Gryffindor had been hoping to encounter - some kind of demonic entity that he'd been deprived of encountering for his entire time here. Something to renew his sense of purpose, to make him feel like himself again. Or maybe he'd just hoped to meet people in Drakborough, someone who'd listen to him talk about his problems. Someone to be his friend. Never in Leon's life before now had he actually felt like he needed one this badly.
But he'd gone to Joker's, he'd drank a (non-alcoholic) beverage, he'd looked around, but all the people were twice his age and he just felt really awkward being there. Eventually he'd just given up and left. There didn't seem to be any students anywhere, and the ones who were there seemed to have very tight-knit groups and were not interested in listening to Leon or even dealing with his presence.
So he'd gotten himself lost. Lost in his own thoughts, lost in his own life, and now literally lost in the town of Drakborough. He wasn't even entirely sure where he was for a long period of time, seeing mostly houses (some with candles burning inside, some not) and the occasional small shop. Eventually, he wound up at an intersection of the town's roads, and outright admitted to himself he had no idea the way back to the Castle.
"Ah well," he said to himself, shutting his eyes and letting out a breath of air. As soon he'd opened his eyes again, however, he found himself standing in a very familiar spot. Right in front of the place where he and Micha had gotten hot chocolate on that day. He blinked and looked around. Everything else around him looked very unfamiliar, but he would have sworn he was in that very same spot.
Perhaps he was just unobservant. Or perhaps this was a case of some kind of magic. Considering what town he was in, he bet on the latter.