Casper had left his sisters by themselves again. He didn't like spending too much time with them since they're girls and they like different stuff than guys. And he was a guy, unfortunately (if you find it unfortunate, that is.), and he was really popular. And popular boys shouldn't hang out all the time with their sisters because people might think they're also playing dolls with the girls.
There was nothing to do, of course. Bleak Street consists only of weird-looking people. Some of them are supposed to be interesting. But people have different perception on 'interesting', and mad people weren't actually Casper's idea of 'interesting'.
Just as he was walking, someone bumped him. "Oh sorry."
Casper looked up at the man with an irritated look on his face. "It's alright." he replied, wondering what this man was doing in Bleak Street. Because he seemed sane, not the type who'll be a Death Eater, as Casper thought. "Hey, I'm lost. Do you know the way out here?" Casper lied. Well, you can't easily start a conversation with an unknown guy, can you? And lying seems to be a good way to start one.
