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Felixir · 12-28-2021, 03:34 AM

SPOILER!!: M-M-M-Moose

The most hazardous aspect of moving through the train corridor like this was ultimately nothing to do with Milo's retroambulatory capabilities, but the narrowness of the train corridor and the other people who kept getting in the way or shoving past. Milo was an expert. This time last year - he remembered because it was that time when Papo Jake had started talking to Rose again about Milo needing to be at a school with other children - he had walked through the village all night, backwards and without stopping, refusing to face forwards until the rising sun had completely cleared the horizon

But that time, he had been in the open air, bare feet on solid ground, moon and stars up above, completely alone. Today, Milo walked sock-footed on a moving train, no contact with the ground, people everywhere, a rush of noise and voices and energies. Interference. Static. He wasn't likely to fall, but he could easily become untethered, and float away, and disappear into the ether. Easily.

Comments were common. Milo heard them often, but for this last, he stopped (because he'd passed the compartment from which the voice had come) and moved forwards a few steps (to reach it again) and looked in through the open door (voicewards) at the injured occupant.

"Specifics are suspicious."

12-28-2021, 03:34 AM	#17 (permalink)
Felixir Book Club Mod Alley Proprietor Banshee Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Posts: 50,139 Hogwarts RPG Name: Charlie Upstead Gryffindor Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Aurelio Kaiser Slytherin Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexei Petrov Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Yves Flamel Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Achilles Zacharias Ravenclaw Third Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Ezekiel Ransom-Kruus Ollivanders x12 x12	Lovely™ \| Captain Hurted \| Ariana's Bane \| Resident Antagonist \| Unparalleled Delight SPOILER!!: M-M-M-Moose Quote: Originally Posted by Uncle Moose Moose had kept the door to his compartment open. Not as an invitation, but as a warning. He didn't want to bother with shocked faces when they saw who was in it. He'd rather they look quick, see it's him and instantly decide that this Moose's temper was not worth the trip up to Hogwarts. First Years beware, unless his visage was enough to strike fear into them. He had yet to change into his School Robes. They were sitting out on the bench in his compartment beside him ready for once they got closer. For now, Moose had the appearance of a Greaser who had just rolled out of bed. He had found an affinity for leather jackets as of late, fake obviously. His mother was very particular about that. His slick dark hair was a disheveled mess falling over his forehead and covering one of his two piercing eyes. He was nursing a wound on the back of his left hand. Putting a bandage over a large scratch, and muttering obscenities under his breath. He looked up for only just a moment. The briefest of glances toward the hallway outside his compartment as he watched a younger kid just walking backwards. Their clothes were not how they were meant to be, and the shoes were loosely tied together. He got a lot of information just from the brief look of this person. Every fiber of his being told him to stop watching this, but what started brief turned into a stare. Then it became a "You're gonna fall and hit your head, mate." Like he cared? Maybe the words would be enough to actually startle them, and make them trip on their own feet. The most hazardous aspect of moving through the train corridor like this was ultimately nothing to do with Milo's retroambulatory capabilities, but the narrowness of the train corridor and the other people who kept getting in the way or shoving past. Milo was an expert. This time last year - he remembered because it was that time when Papo Jake had started talking to Rose again about Milo needing to be at a school with other children - he had walked through the village all night, backwards and without stopping, refusing to face forwards until the rising sun had completely cleared the horizon But that time, he had been in the open air, bare feet on solid ground, moon and stars up above, completely alone. Today, Milo walked sock-footed on a moving train, no contact with the ground, people everywhere, a rush of noise and voices and energies. Interference. Static. He wasn't likely to fall, but he could easily become untethered, and float away, and disappear into the ether. Easily. Comments were common. Milo heard them often, but for this last, he stopped (because he'd passed the compartment from which the voice had come) and moved forwards a few steps (to reach it again) and looked in through the open door (voicewards) at the injured occupant. "Specifics are suspicious." __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Chocolate!