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CruppieMom89 · 11-03-2020, 02:07 AM

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Originally Posted by Krel Ansell

Lon had spent the evening at a bar. More specifically, at a muggle bar where he was less likely to be recognized and could drink and watch a football game in piece. Because, unlike the rest of his family, Lon enjoyed muggle London and the various things they had to offer. He was a bit tipsy, but by no means drunk and was strolling leisurely across the square on his way back to his flat. It might be the middle of winter, but it was a pretty decent night.

Considering the time of night, the only persons of interested he thought he might run into was a muggle who might be looking for trouble; nothing to worry about there, though because Lon could take care of himself. So imagine his surprise when he rounded Nelson’s column and found himself looking across the way at a very dirty looking young lady in a purple dress. Or, at least he thought it was purple. It was hard to tell under all the grime. But what he could tell, because it was radiating off her like a warning buzzer was she was completely lost. Worst yet – he knew her and therefore couldn’t just walk on by like the rest of the people who were looking at her like she was an escaped mental patient.

”Oye there Cinderella.” He shoved his hands into his pockets as he approached. Just because he felt obligated to stop, didn’t mean he felt obligated to be charming. ”Lost your fireplace have you?”

Suddenly there was someone standing next to her, talking to her. Someone familiar. ”What?” she asked, blinking at him a few times, her brain slow to register who it was. Finally, a spark of comprehension came across her face as she realized it was Conley’s brother. Conley - she’d just left him at the Ministry. Or had that been hours ago? She honestly had no idea. ”Lon,” she finally said in recognition. ”Sorry I... No. Not missing my fireplace.” She probably would have smiled normally, but right now she didn’t. She didn’t even want to LOOK at a fireplace right now.

”Something happened...” she began in a quiet voice so Muggles wouldn’t hear. ”At the ball... the floos just... it was like they exploded or something... I don’t know.” She looked around trying to get her bearings. Where was she? She wasn’t used to being out this late... it wasn’t really safe on her own. Sure, she had her wand, but that wasn’t going to help her much if someone crept up on her from behind and knocked her out, dragging her lifeless body away.

Shaking her head, she focused back on Lon. ”I don’t really... I can’t... Where am I?”

11-03-2020, 02:07 AM	#92 (permalink)
CruppieMom89 Formerly: Dances_With_Potter DMAC Jobberknoll Join Date: Jan 2009 Posts: 4,153	Quote: Originally Posted by Krel Ansell Lon had spent the evening at a bar. More specifically, at a muggle bar where he was less likely to be recognized and could drink and watch a football game in piece. Because, unlike the rest of his family, Lon enjoyed muggle London and the various things they had to offer. He was a bit tipsy, but by no means drunk and was strolling leisurely across the square on his way back to his flat. It might be the middle of winter, but it was a pretty decent night. Considering the time of night, the only persons of interested he thought he might run into was a muggle who might be looking for trouble; nothing to worry about there, though because Lon could take care of himself. So imagine his surprise when he rounded Nelson’s column and found himself looking across the way at a very dirty looking young lady in a purple dress. Or, at least he thought it was purple. It was hard to tell under all the grime. But what he could tell, because it was radiating off her like a warning buzzer was she was completely lost. Worst yet – he knew her and therefore couldn’t just walk on by like the rest of the people who were looking at her like she was an escaped mental patient. ”Oye there Cinderella.” He shoved his hands into his pockets as he approached. Just because he felt obligated to stop, didn’t mean he felt obligated to be charming. ”Lost your fireplace have you?” Suddenly there was someone standing next to her, talking to her. Someone familiar. ”What?” she asked, blinking at him a few times, her brain slow to register who it was. Finally, a spark of comprehension came across her face as she realized it was Conley’s brother. Conley - she’d just left him at the Ministry. Or had that been hours ago? She honestly had no idea. ”Lon,” she finally said in recognition. ”Sorry I... No. Not missing my fireplace.” She probably would have smiled normally, but right now she didn’t. She didn’t even want to LOOK at a fireplace right now. ”Something happened...” she began in a quiet voice so Muggles wouldn’t hear. ”At the ball... the floos just... it was like they exploded or something... I don’t know.” She looked around trying to get her bearings. Where was she? She wasn’t used to being out this late... it wasn’t really safe on her own. Sure, she had her wand, but that wasn’t going to help her much if someone crept up on her from behind and knocked her out, dragging her lifeless body away. Shaking her head, she focused back on Lon. ”I don’t really... I can’t... Where am I?” __________________ It's the way you're smiling at me. It's in the way you hold my hand. It's the way I've watched you change me from a boy into a man. It's a million things about you, and I don't know what it is. I have never known a love like this.