Alexander Nightray
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The weather didn't look too good. The skies were dark, though he supposed it could also be attributed to the fact that it was nearing twilight, and the wind was howling. Young kids were expected to be in their houses already, maybe eating dinner, or perhaps just hanging out with their families. At this time of the day, and at this kind of whether, kids were not supposed to go outside, at least, without any guardian that is. But young Alexander Nightray, carrying bags full of things he bought as per the 'request' of his cousins, stood all alone in the middle of the streets of england. What was worse was, he wasn't just alone, he was in an extremely unfamiliar place. The eleven year old raised his right hand to look at the time, it was getting quite late. His twin must be worried about him, or at least, he believed that she would worry, if she learned that he was missing that is. How long had he been walking around in circles anyway? He already lost track of the time since he first realized that he lost sight of his father. When was the last time he saw him again? He was quite sure that he was looking for a gift for his sister and his father was talking to someone, but as he turned around, the older man was nowhere to be found. Maybe he should have just stayed where he was and wait for his father to come back, if he did, then he wouldn't be standing there all alone without any means to contact anyone he knew.
The eleven year old sighed and checked the time again. He was getting quite hungry and the little galleons that he had with him would be of no help at all. If what he had seen so far was any indication, he was quite sure that he was in a muggle area. Wizarding communities do not have those loud things with wheels. What were they called again? Cars, was it? He shook his head. He shouldn't be thinking about these things when he should be thinking about how he should get home instead. He started to walk again. He was getting quite tired. And he was hungry he could almost hear his stomach complaining. He had to get home, which meant that he had to get out of his shell and start asking for directions too. He tried to ask around, but they were either too busy to pay him any attention, or they wouldn't take him seriously, they couldn't understand him, they even gave him a few coins. Though there were some who had told him to go to a police station, whatever that was, he didn't know. He was on the verge of giving up when he saw a young girl, probably his age if not younger, standing alone a few meters away from where he was. Adults wouldn't take him seriously, perhaps she would. He took a deep breath and approached her, and as he stood right beside her, he poked her in the shoulder in an attempt to get her attention. That was how he gets his twins attention anyway, maybe it would work. "Par-", poor kid wasn't even able to finish his statement as as soon as he opened his mouth, his voice was drowned by a speeding car and he soon found himself drenched, probably because of the small puddle of water by the side of the street. Great, these muggle transportation things weren't just loud, they don't just contribute highly to the pollution, they also seemed to be made to shower people with water. He raised the bag containing some of the books that he bought then he checked his clothes. Great. The rain hasn't even started and he was already wet.
<i></i>The eleven year old sighed and checked the time again. He was getting quite hungry and the little galleons that he had with him would be of no help at all. If what he had seen so far was any indication, he was quite sure that he was in a muggle area. Wizarding communities do not have those loud things with wheels. What were they called again? Cars, was it? He shook his head. He shouldn't be thinking about these things when he should be thinking about how he should get home instead. He started to walk again. He was getting quite tired. And he was hungry he could almost hear his stomach complaining. He had to get home, which meant that he had to get out of his shell and start asking for directions too. He tried to ask around, but they were either too busy to pay him any attention, or they wouldn't take him seriously, they couldn't understand him, they even gave him a few coins. Though there were some who had told him to go to a police station, whatever that was, he didn't know. He was on the verge of giving up when he saw a young girl, probably his age if not younger, standing alone a few meters away from where he was. Adults wouldn't take him seriously, perhaps she would. He took a deep breath and approached her, and as he stood right beside her, he poked her in the shoulder in an attempt to get her attention. That was how he gets his twins attention anyway, maybe it would work. "Par-", poor kid wasn't even able to finish his statement as as soon as he opened his mouth, his voice was drowned by a speeding car and he soon found himself drenched, probably because of the small puddle of water by the side of the street. Great, these muggle transportation things weren't just loud, they don't just contribute highly to the pollution, they also seemed to be made to shower people with water. He raised the bag containing some of the books that he bought then he checked his clothes. Great. The rain hasn't even started and he was already wet.