Beautiful Dark-side

[Adam Bomonti]

Simply loaded with work. Not the kind of work that was enjoyable either. It simply involved filling out the paperwork to minor cases, nothing too interesting. His life was so fulfilled, yet so empty. Adam lacked that thing that made life perfect. He had yet to make a friend. Although he had the outgoing type of personality, it had lately been kept to a minimal point of showing. Adam saw out to not have the boring office job. He wanted to see the world. To explore the limitless extraordinary sights of the world. Adam became an Auror. Basically, the defeater of evil proportions. Yet, he was limited to petty crimes. Adam needed a friend, someone who he could spend time with to take his mind away from the stress of work. Someone to explore and adventure with. He was still young, and he'd rather not waste his time in the wizarding world.

Today he would enter the day differently. With a day off. Instead of a tucked in button-up shirt and khakis, he wore more common clothes. The times had changed, he remembered when it was only robes people wore, but then again he spent most of his childhood at Hogwarts were it was required. Now the normal attire was jeans and a common t-shirt. He was one to accommodate with the hip styles of the youth, yet in his own way. It was 10am, just a perfect morning with the sun partially hidden behind white clouds that loomed over the sky in godly forms. The temperature was a good cool 70F. Adam was out exploring the likes of Obsidian Harbour. Perhaps he could meet someone. Anyone to even so much as strike up a conversation.

As Adam wasn't neccesarily shy, he also had the trait of not contributing to conversations. This was basically the main cause of his social destruction. However, those he was close to, he easily could strike up conversations with. It was just so hard for him to initiate the conversation. Perhaps that could change though. Maybe today someone would be willing to talk. He was just tired of missing the friendship of someone. Yet how could he miss something he never had?

 

[Corvin Blackwood]

Go out dear and make a friend...

It was the last thing his mother had said to him before he left his parents house after having a wonderful breakfast with his folks though the morning conversation was yet again focused on how alone he was at least how alone his parents thought he was given his almost non existing social life. It was not that he could not make friends it was simply he chose to put work first though why was not entirely clear to him even more so given that being the boss meant he made his own schedule. Either way with plenty of nagging he decided that he would at the very least take a day off to relax and head in to the Harbour for an afternoon of delight maybe a little shopping and lunch after all he could not remember when the last time he bought something for himself.

His job paid well but with his recent purchase of his ranch as well as the hiring of a new farm hand it seemed that money was a little more tight than usual. It was to be expected after all he was the proud owner of several large animals both magical and nonmagical which meant a rather large feed as well as veterinarian bill that accompanied such a lavish lifestyle. His folks owned a farm of there own and growing he always wanted to one day own his own ranch so as soon as he got his new first job he had been saving every knot and galleon that fell into his pocket away at Gringotts. Last year he had saved enough and managed to haggle a decent monthly payment out of the goblins of the magical banking, which was like pulling dragon's teeth, which had allowed him to live out one of his items on his bucket list. He hardly regretted it but at this rate he would be needing to pull in a lot of overtime to cover things until he could once more balance his finances.

After apparating on to a side street Corvin made his way out into the morning sun and was soon swallowed up by the hustles of Main street as he spun slightly before finding his barrings as he took of towards the clothing stores. Obsidian was growing daily as loads of new people flocked to the lavish city in hopes of making a name for themselves in the magical world after all New Zealand was the new hot bed of activity that London was years ago back when the likes of Harry or Draco were still relevant. Now it seemed that what was once common back then was being updated with the new flood of muggle influence into the magical world after all when he was in school style was non existence given the rather strict dress code which seemed to have relaxed with each passing year. He was a fan of progression after all his father was a muggle and his mother was a pure blood witch which meant that he was influenced by both growing up though his father was still wary of his mother every time she pulled her wand to do something new around the house though even Corvin tried to avoid his mother when she started slinging spells as she was not the best at charms in school or so the stories goes. It was good that blood status discrimination had gone down more so now that the Mistress of Magic was leading with an iron fist and open political policies.

Soon Corvin found himself outside one of his favorite shops but it appeared that it was crowded as ever which was somewhat annoying and so deciding that he would simply come back a little bit later he made his way down a side street. Coming out the other end he found that some mild construction was blocking him from his goal though it seemed as if everyone was on lunch which meant he needed to find a new path to the small bookstore that he was hoping to reach. Looking around he noticed a man coming his way and decided to do the last thing he'd ever expect to do ... ask for direction. "Uhm hey... excuse me but it seemed that I am a little lost and given that I hardly make it into town these days can you please tell me the best way to get to the bookstore?" It was a simple enough question though his own frustration and annoyance at being lost had made him sound almost too desperate for help not to mention less confident than he truly was which in turn caused him to make an odd face. Hopefully the stranger would not notice as that would only make matters worse given that the face he made resembled the face one would make when smelling nine day old blue cheese left out in the sun or in laymen's terms he simply made a rather sour looking face.