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SPOILER!!: Fynley Quote:
Originally Posted by Lottiepot 
Fynley, who had been spending as much time around Diagon Alley to avoid going back to the hometown he called the ‘old people’s home by the sea’, had just finished gazing at the brand new broomsticks on display before heading off through the street. He had promised his Mum that he would be back in time for dinner, whatever that might be. Since moving back to the UK, his Mum had yet to find a job and instead was pretending that she was the perfect housewife and had been cooking dinner every night. The problem was that she was a terrible cook and if it wasn’t completely inedible, it was burnt or undercooked or in some bizarre way both. Fynley had taken to grabbing a sandwich on his way home just in case. He didn’t want to intentionally hurt his Mum’s feelings by telling her she was awful so would sneakily consume a BLT later in his bedroom and try to palm off his leftovers to the family dog under the table.
He walked with his hands shoved into his pockets with every intention of leaving Diagon Alley when young lad was distracted by small heap of rubbish somehow finding its way onto his feet. He glanced up to see where it had come from, spotting another lad around his age head deep within the rubbish bin on the side of the street.
His brow raised.
“Are you alright?” he asked as he headed over to the poor guy. Maybe the kid was hungry and couldn’t afford food and was looking for remnants? Or maybe he was one of those dumpster diver types who thought they could find treasures in other peoples trash? Either way, the guy was gonna absolutely reek when he came out.
This was not how Will had planned to spend his day with his hands and practically his darkblond head too stuck in a rubbish bin, siffing through the garbage. He had to find the diary or he'd have to explain to their mother why Will hadn't been able to stop his two sisters shenanigans again, that most always resulted in one of them breaking down in tears, and the other storming away in anger. He was the oldest and should know better was his mum's usual starting point.
When his hands connected with something that wasn't a gum wrapper in the bin Will shuddered and jumped backwards several steps. It had been something dead he just knew it. Calming down his pulse Will turned his dark blue eyes to the source of the voice who had asked 'are you all right?', a boy about his age. "Yes, absolutley terriffic," he murmured back. "Or no actually I'm not. I reek like the content of the bin because my kid sister threw my other sisters diary in the bin, and it's my job to find it." Turning to the bin with a loud and heavy sigh Will stuck his hands in the garbage again.
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