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**MUGGLES!** · 06-24-2015, 06:06 AM

Text Cut: Children, Damien & Benzi

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Originally Posted by nicole black

Damien Anderson-Belfort was all bundled up, it was cold, colder than it had been in Chicago even and the boy was feeling it in his damn bones. He had half a mind to trek back up to the castle and forget all about this little Hogshead trip, but then he was badly in need of fresh air and new atmosphere.

It was fairly quiet tonight and that was what made it easy for Damien's ears to overhear the conversation being had by the odd group of people he'd walked by.

Castles, haunted places, pretty standard fare, really for first time Hogsmeade visitors, but there was something about them that caught the boy's attention. They had cellphones and they were using them with all the experience and dexterity of a teenage girl.... That was, well, really unusual for wizards... It was weird, really weird. He wasn't thinking about following them, nor was he, but Damien found himself trying to catch something of what they were saying.

His curiosity was piqued.

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Originally Posted by fire_faerie

Don't mind him, just casually looking for nice hang out spots in Hogsmeade. Nothing to see here, nope. Just a Benzi roaming the streets alone. He wasn't avoiding anyone because why would he need to be avoiding anyone that made no sense he was completely fine. Hands stuck deeply in his pockets, Benzi was just chilling out here and breathing in the fine winter air.

... It was amazing how much he could both crave a place and simultaneously hate it with every fibre of his being.

Hang on. Hold up. Frowning, Benzi squinted at the group heading up the street towards him. Were those... mobile phones?! What kind of wizards walked around with phones out in the open like that? Was there even a signal in Hogsmeade? Staying casual, Benzi dropped his head to study the cobbled street as he attempted to eavesdrop.

"... no such thing as ghosts."

Er. Not wizards? Muggles?! Now completely perplexed, he cast around looking for a familiar face and spotted a boy whom he was around 80% sure was in his class just off the road. Benzi made a beeline for said boy while still trying to catch snippets of this very odd group of people smack bang in the middle of Hogsmeade.

"Hey. D'you see the muggles?" Yes hi hello person.

The argument has piqued, the words indiscernible as the women talk over one another. The oval man keeps clicking pictures on his phone, holding it at length and grinning in front of shop, after shop.

Until the rectangular one, the leader, spots something. He pauses, watches and strides forward towards the two watchful boys. Children know things, his walk suggests. See all the things adults don't. And by closer appearance, these people, this mob, are in their adult-hood years.

"Afternoon. You boys look like knowledgeable gents." The leader stops in front of the boys, his companions gathering in behind. He holds up his phone, the screen with an image on it. "Have you two seen this man? Name's Ryan Claggain. About six-foot one. Chatty bloke with a right-weird sense of humor."

The three crowd in from behind, straining to listen. One of them types while watching. Another snaps a picture, flash on this time.

06-24-2015, 06:06 AM	#54 (permalink)
MUGGLES! Dufftown Muggles Puffskein Join Date: Aug 2007 Posts: 1,024	Text Cut: Children, Damien & Benzi Quote: Originally Posted by nicole black Damien Anderson-Belfort was all bundled up, it was cold, colder than it had been in Chicago even and the boy was feeling it in his damn bones. He had half a mind to trek back up to the castle and forget all about this little Hogshead trip, but then he was badly in need of fresh air and new atmosphere. It was fairly quiet tonight and that was what made it easy for Damien's ears to overhear the conversation being had by the odd group of people he'd walked by. Castles, haunted places, pretty standard fare, really for first time Hogsmeade visitors, but there was something about them that caught the boy's attention. They had cellphones and they were using them with all the experience and dexterity of a teenage girl.... That was, well, really unusual for wizards... It was weird, really weird. He wasn't thinking about following them, nor was he, but Damien found himself trying to catch something of what they were saying. His curiosity was piqued. Quote: Originally Posted by fire_faerie Don't mind him, just casually looking for nice hang out spots in Hogsmeade. Nothing to see here, nope. Just a Benzi roaming the streets alone. He wasn't avoiding anyone because why would he need to be avoiding anyone that made no sense he was completely fine. Hands stuck deeply in his pockets, Benzi was just chilling out here and breathing in the fine winter air. ... It was amazing how much he could both crave a place and simultaneously hate it with every fibre of his being. Hang on. Hold up. Frowning, Benzi squinted at the group heading up the street towards him. Were those... mobile phones?! What kind of wizards walked around with phones out in the open like that? Was there even a signal in Hogsmeade? Staying casual, Benzi dropped his head to study the cobbled street as he attempted to eavesdrop. "... no such thing as ghosts." Er. Not wizards? Muggles?! Now completely perplexed, he cast around looking for a familiar face and spotted a boy whom he was around 80% sure was in his class just off the road. Benzi made a beeline for said boy while still trying to catch snippets of this very odd group of people smack bang in the middle of Hogsmeade. "Hey. D'you see the muggles?" Yes hi hello person. The argument has piqued, the words indiscernible as the women talk over one another. The oval man keeps clicking pictures on his phone, holding it at length and grinning in front of shop, after shop. Until the rectangular one, the leader, spots something. He pauses, watches and strides forward towards the two watchful boys. Children know things, his walk suggests. See all the things adults don't. And by closer appearance, these people, this mob, are in their adult-hood years. "Afternoon. You boys look like knowledgeable gents." The leader stops in front of the boys, his companions gathering in behind. He holds up his phone, the screen with an image on it. "Have you two seen this man? Name's Ryan Claggain. About six-foot one. Chatty bloke with a right-weird sense of humor." The three crowd in from behind, straining to listen. One of them types while watching. Another snaps a picture, flash on this time. __________________ iMuggle