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Lislchen 
Leaning back further, Alysson even closed her eyes for a moment just feeling the wind brush against her cheeks. This was pretty relaxing and her mind started to drift off to other places. Thinking about her brothers. Her life. Home. Real home. She still didn't consider her apartment home. Hadn't even when she'd still been living there with Jeremy.
Alysson was all of sudden pulled out of her musing when she heard a loud crash. Well, maybe it hadn't even been that loud but what with her eyes closed, her ears were even more alert than usual. Straightening up with a jerk, she opened her eyes to look for the source of the loud noise and finally found herself looking at an old man in a wheelchair. Who had apparently crashed right into the phone booth.
"Whoa, are you okay?!" She called out to him while quickly gathering up her stuff to hurry over to him. "Sir?" Once next to him Alysson regarded the man in the wheelchair for a moment, a little puzzled by what she saw. Was he...was he asleep!? Or...no, he had to be asleep. She wouldn't accept any other option right now. The collision hadn't been that bad, had it? Had it?! "Sir?!" Please wake up!
Sherman woke up to the young woman hovering above him. He shrunk away from her and eased his wheelchair out of the large dent that he had made in the phone booth. It was quite big and could make a serious difference in how many people could fit in the thing at one time. Yawning, he watched out of the corner of his eye for muggles as he waved his wand, and the dent soon disappeared.
The elderly man regarded the lady, but said nothing.
Ladies scared him. He pulled out his cane from the back of his wheelchair and stood up, shuffling toward the bench with his coffee and a doughnut he had bought on his way to work. He was to tired to go home or to the Ministry, so he sat down and pretended that tumbleweed was rolling across the isolated little street. The old man poked the imaginary weed with his cane as he sipped his slightly cooled coffee. Yummy.