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Remarkably, maybe even unbelievably Cutty had never been to Knockturn Alley. He never really found the need and so he stopped upon entering it to take in the information. He'd gotten rather good at spotting the signs of status. Damien. Damien Anderson-Belfort with the coping skills of a slug in salt was unmistakably of wealth and privilege however humble his heart and Aditya Rehman, with his drive & ambition was working class.
But there were other things too.
Things one could see visually. Like what kind of razor they used to shave, thread quality and how they smelled. Especially how they smelled. His sense of smell was no longer what it once was since he'd been (unwillfully mind you) transfigured from a half-animal into his fully 'human' self. But quality was strong enough that one needn't have a drop of bloodhund dna to detect it.
This place seemed charged. Not rich. Not poor. But generating. It wasn't the wild west lawlessness he'd heard it was, but one could smell it. There were opportunities here that didn't exist elsewhere. Perhaps more so here for him than anywhere else. He considered this as he read the sign which mysteriously contained his name. Where else were his cousin's relatives?
He did not stop by the bookie cart. He had somewhere to be and a time to be there, but he did not forget it or it's location.
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