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It was late in the afternoon when Jon had arrived in Brightstone village. His attempt to spend some times with Maddiie were weak, he knew his letter weren't convincing but he just had to know how she was doing. After the slap she had given him over the vacation, and never apologising for what he had said, he felt that he owed her that much. Wearing a black sweater, with denim jeans and timbs boots his attire were always constant of simple wear. Well at least for him they seem normal, there were still a few wizards who didn't agree with modern time fashion. Jon saw it more as to blend in with the muggels, since it was still unknown to them that the wizaring world didn't exist.
He waited just outside Brightstone away from the busy shoppers and business who tend to have overflowing of bodies stuff in their little shops. His view at the moment was distracted of the Orion shorelines. In some ways he missed Drumstrang and couldn't wait till he gets back, the temperature would be a lot better there. He also wanted to go back so he could be with Zehava once again, his feelings for her were strong he just hope they were on the same page.
He waited just outside Brightstone away from the busy shoppers and business who tend to have overflowing of bodies stuff in their little shops. His view at the moment was distracted of the Orion shorelines. In some ways he missed Drumstrang and couldn't wait till he gets back, the temperature would be a lot better there. He also wanted to go back so he could be with Zehava once again, his feelings for her were strong he just hope they were on the same page.