Open Haven’t You Heard What Becomes of Curious Minds?

[Emery Mettlestone]

The holiday break was always awful and this year was no exception, his sisters were getting on his nerves and his parents were still never home. They seemed to think Emery was a live-in babysitter they didn't have to pay, though Vanity was hardly at the age for a babysitter anymore. That didn't mean it was safe to leave her alone, mostly because she was incredibly good at making horrible decisions, but Emery had decided that wasn't his problem. He had escaped the house with an excuse of needing to go shopping for gobstone stuff, and he hadn't waited around long enough to see if either of his sister wanted to join him. He just wanted to be alone.

After wandering around Obsidian Harbour for a bit without buying anything, Emery felt his gaze being drawn tot he one part of Obsidian Harbour he had never been allowed to go, Bleak Street. He hesitated for a moment, hands stuffed in his pockets as he considered his options. He knew it was dangerous, but he was practically a full wizard now. He only had his seventh year to finish, he knew loads of spells and was allowed to use magic. What could go wrong, really? He edged closer and eventually stepped onto the street. As a collector of many different curiosities, he soon found himself drawn to the window displays. He leaned in a bit, trying to see what the contraption in the Borgin and Burke's window was supposed to be for. He wasn't quite curious enough to go inside and ask.

 

[Bernard Hackney]

For all the troubles he had had in Europe, Bernard had found it startlingly easy to settle in New Zealand. Having the Scitorari around to keep him concealed was a nice advantage, and he had to begrudgingly admit he ought to have looked into joining a likeminded group sooner. That said, he had also become a subtler man than when he was young, far more skilled at keeping his activities hidden. It should have been harder to hide in such a small community, but somehow he hadn't faced any trouble at all in all his time in the country.

Sticking to Bleak Street certainly helped a lot, plenty of watchful eyes in the neighbourhood to make sure nobody asked too many questions where they weren't wanted. He'd picked up a few agents he hoped to experiment with from the Silver Snake, and was considering a drink at the Ater when he spotted a young man peering into Borgin and Burke's with a look he had seen a few times before on this street. It was a popular dare, he had to assume, to see who could spend the longest on the scary street, as if anyone would be stupid enough to attack a kid who undoubtedly had people waiting for them. This kid was older than the usual curious minds though, and he grunted as he poked the boy in the leg with his cane. "You lost, boy?"

 

[Emery Mettlestone]

Emery was trying not to pay too much attention to the people walking past, sure that it was a surefire way to make sure they paid attention to him. But it was hard to ignore the old man walking nearby when he poked him in the leg with his cane. It hurt! Emery turned to look at him, offended. "No." He snapped. "Not lost." He then returned his attention to the window, hoping it would make the annoying old guy go away. The nerve of him. Emery surely had as much right to be here as him?