Wandered off towards the wrong street

Kyle Cavanaugh

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It was holiday time but Kyle was not back in the freezing winter of London. No he was far away from home in New Zealand because his father, Patrick Cavanugh had some work before that could happen. Kyle had obviously been expecting for something like this to happen since he had received the owl from his father, mentioning that he should be dressed in a suit when he got off the train that brought them to New Zealand. Kyle could not wait to go back home and meet his mother. He had missed her so much for the past six months but he had to wait some more. He had been informed by his father when at the platform in Obsidian Harbour that they had to go for lunch meeting with one of his father's partner or something. Kyle had just nodded and tagged along because he would not dare to show his dislike to the plans of his father's business meeting. Kyle had been expecting that they would be having lunch somewhere in Obsidian Harbour and he would get to see the place once more but instead his father had taken his hand and had apparted him to somewhere else. Kyle did not have much chance to see where they had arrived due to the disgusting feeling he had that came with side along apparation. He was just pushed into a restaurant that had the sign 'Poison Ater' outside the door.

Kyle coughed a few times and sipped on some water as his father asked the waiter for a table in a corner. "You should be on your best behaviour" his father instructed him just as the person they were waiting for appeared. Kyle greeted the wizard who was dressed in rich black robes. He had hair that reached his shoulders, wavy and silky. He seemed to be radiating an aura that Kyle did not like much. The young gryffindor had never seen the man before and he was not at all curious about what deal his father was about to make today. He sat silently and sipped on the butterbeer that his father had ordered for him. Kyle watched his father, he had missed him so much. Kyle sighed to himself. He could not understand why his father had to be so strict with him all the time. Kyle sat there a few more minutes before he muttered "Excuse me" and stood up. His father raised an eyebrow at him as he mouthed 'bathroom' and left the table. Kyle had no intentions of going to the bathroom. As he walked away from his table he noticed that the 'Poison Ater' had a different kind of crowd of witches and wizards from other restaurants that he had been to before. He wondered where they were right now, maybe somewhere in Europe but the faces of the crowd did not look European to him. They seemed like from around here, Kyle was guessing that they were still in New Zealand but where? Kyle did not know any other wizarding villages in New Zealand apart from Brightstone and Obsidian Harbour market. He was very curious and pushed the door open that led him into the street where the restaurant was located.
 
Preston had enjoyed the first few days at home, but now that he knew a taste of the magical world he was craving to go back. The boy's eagerness was increased by his father's constant questions about magic. He seemed to want to know everything and Preston wished that he was allowed to use magic so he could show him everything. His mother was the exact opposite, pursing her lips in disapproval every time her husband spoke about Hogwarts. Today, he wouldn't have to deal with it though. Preston had been accompanying his father to work most days, doing small jobs for his dad and the other workers. As his father had headed into a business meeting, Preston had been taken in the company car to do his wizard shopping. The driver knew nothing but the address he had been given by his boss and as Preston had stepped out of the car, he had rolled away quickly, telling him he would return in two hours.

With two hours to buy just a few supplies, Preston knew that he could explore. As he headed towards the bookstore, Preston spotted a road that he hadn't the first time he'd come this way. He had been overwhelmed by everything back then. Now, he was much more relaxed and even hoped to run into a few people he might know. With a quick glance around, though he knew no one would stop him, Preston headed down the road less traveled. As he walked, he realized that the road was darker and much emptier than the street he had left behind. Still, he continued, his ignorance of where he was protecting him. Stopping to look in a shop's windows, Preston was in awe at the items there. Expensive looking trinkets lined the shelves, writing explaining each one, though he couldn't read what was written. Continuing on, Preston walked almost running into a door that had just opened up. When he saw who had stepped out, Preston gave him a curt nod. He knew the kid from school and thought he was a Gryffindor. " Hey" he stated, trying to seem like this was a street he frequented and not like he had just wandered in.
 
Kyle almost banged the door into someone's face when he got out of the restaurant. He quickly closed the door and stopped his examination of the street to see if the person was okay. The boy was about his age and had a familiar face. Kyle remembered if from one of his class at school but the boy's name did not come to Kyle's mind. The young gryffindor offered the boy a small smile of recognition and replied his 'hey' with a "Hello" He had always heard people say that when someone went to a different place their accent usually faded away but after one year, Kyle found his British accent just as distinguished from those that people in New Zealand had. Kyle glanced about him and took in the street once more. It was certainly some wizarding place because the few people that wandered the street had cloaks, pointed hats and all sort of wizarding clothing. He wondered if this was a residential area and if the boy standing in front of him actually lived here. He considered simply asking the boy where they were but then stopped himself before the words were out of his mouth. It would look plain stupid to ask such a question and then to explain that his father did not care much about him to tell him where they were would bring up a topic he'd rather not discuss. "Are you planning on going in the restaurant?" Kyle asked the boy, curious to know what his classmate was up to. Maybe in answering Kyle, the boy would give away some information about the place.The obvious did not escape Kyle's eyes. The shops in the street, at least the one directly across the restaurant had all sorts of items on display that Kyle had never seen before. Skulls, nails, old looking objects, some scary and dirty yet eerie. He wondered why his father had chosen a restaurant in such a setting. Patrick Cavanaugh could do business with all kinds of people and Kyle could only hope that his father was not getting involved in something dangerous.
 
Preston knew that the guy had to be a classmate since it would otherwise be odd for him to know a Brit, which the guy obviously was. Even from that one word that he had heard him speak so far, he could tell in the same way that the boy could probably tell that he was from New Zealand. Preston’s curiosity about the place grew even more as he caught a glimpse of a man making his way into another shop. He had looked to and fro as if he wanted to make sure that no one caught him heading in. It was an odd thing to do. When the boy asked Preston if he was going to the restaurant, he shook his head. “Nope. I’m supposed to be shopping for supplies. Are you planning on going back in?” he asked as he glanced up at the awning. He mouthed the name, wondering what sort of place The Poison Ater was. He didn’t think he would enjoy eating in a place called Poison anything.

“What were you doing in there anyway?” he asked the boy as he peered in through one of the windows. It was dark, but aside from that it didn’t look particularly creepy. Not like some of the other places on this street. It was daytime and still appeared much darker than it had on the other street he'd been on before he'd come in here. The name Bleak Street seemed quite appropriate.
 
Kyle knew that lurking near the restaurant door was not safe, especially when he had the intentions of escaping the boring lunch meeting that his father was currently having. "School supplies" he repeated the boys words. This must be New Zealand then since all their supplies were bought from Obsidian Harbor. Kyle had to buy his school supplies to but his mother had told him that they would get it after the holidays. "Umm..not really" he said with a shrug as he glanced from the window looking at the table his father and the company were seated. It would take Patrick Cavanaugh a while to realize that Kyle was not in the Poison Ater. He looked up at the familiar face of his classmate once again trying to recall his name but he failed. "I'm Kyle Cavanaugh, Gryffindor" he said introducing himself to the boy.

They needed to move fast or else he was going to get caught. "My father is having a lunch meeting and well I live in London so once he's done we'll apparate" he explained the boy. He did not want his classmates to think that his father was a weird creepy guy. Well, Patrick was like that but he did not want people to actually think that. "He owns a broomstick manufacturing company. I suppose its some deal concerning that" he added quickly. He looked once again around them and the street that they currently stood in. "I don't remember getting any supplies from this place. This isn't the Obsidian Harbor, is it?"he asked curiously hoping the boy would have his answers. If the boy was lost or something, Kyle would not be able to help since he had no idea about their whereabouts but if the boy knew his place around maybe him and Kyle could do a little exploring of this wizarding street in New Zealand.
 
As the guy introduced himself as a Gryffindor, Preston mused over the fact that most of the people he had actually spoken to in the school were Gryffindors. He had yet to speak with a Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw other than to pass them papers and other pleasantries that were required because of shared classes. For two houses that weren’t supposed to interact much, Preston thought that Slytherins and Gryffindors often ended up together in some way. It was an interesting musing. “I’m Preston Paine, Slytherin” he replied. As Kyle explained what he had been doing in the restaurant, Preston nodded in understanding. He hated attending his father’s lunch meetings as well, and had he not begged off one today, he too would have been sitting in a meeting searching for a way out, much like Kyle had done. He quickly realized that the largest difference was what the meeting was over. His father would seem crazy if he was at a meeting over broomsticks, though in the wizarding world that he had now become a part of, he figured it was quite normal to discuss broomsticks, especially since of the wizarding world’s sports was centered around riding on brooms. He still had a lot to learn about this world, but he had quickly learned to not make fun of broomsticks.

Preston shook his head. “No” he began, looking down the street in the direction he had come. “Obsidian Harbour is back that way” he pointed and then continued, “This is some place called Bleak Street. That’s what it said on the sign anyway.” He shrugged, not knowing any more about the place than that. “I thought I’d have a look around because everyone who was coming this way seemed to be in a great rush.” Preston’s intentions had been nothing more than pure curiosity, and the longer he stood on the block, the more curious he became. A lady with a veil over her face walked quickly by them and disappeared into a shop up the block. Preston glanced in that direction and then began to follow. “You Gryffindors are adventurous, right? C’mon” he stated as he looked over his shoulders. Then, he continued on, stopping when he was in front of the shop’s window. It was dimly lit and filled with shelves, though from this vantage point he could not see the contents of those shelves.
 

It was only his first year and Kyle knew only a few people so far. The only Slytherin person Kyle knew was Kierran and that was because the boy and his sister had joined Rose and him in dancing at the Yule Ball. "Nice to meet you Preston" he said with a smile. Some students at Hogwarts had prejudice against Slytherin students but Kyle was not one of them. For him everyone was equal and he would be friends with anyone. Kyle nodded as Preston told him the street's name and the reason that had brought him here. It was curiosity. Kyle smiled as he realized Preston was a young curious boy very much like himself. Kyle heard Preston offer him to go check out the shop up the block from the restaurant. He watched the lady with the veil walk in through the door and gave a quick glance to the direction of the table where his father was seated.

From the little conversation Kyle had heard earlier it seemed like this meeting would go on for a while and his father would hopefully not notice his absence as business would occupy his mind. "You bet we do" he said with a grin as he followed Preston and headed into the direction of the shop. They had not yet entered it and stood a little away observing what they could from the window. "What do you reckon the shop sells?" he asked Preston wanting to know the Slytherin boy's thoughts. "The lighting is so dull. It's as if they don't want to attract customers" Kyle commented wondering what kind of marketing technique that was. As they stood there Kyle watched a few witches and wizards, all dressed in dark robes walk past them quickly and a few throwing them long curious looks.



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Preston was glad that Kyle seemed game to explore the streets some more. He wasn’t exactly afraid, because nothing had really struck him as frightening yet, but he was growing more and more weary of the street. As they observed the shop from their vantage point, Preston mused about the shop’s merchandise. It seemed that Kyle was doing the same thing. “I was just about to ask you what you thought” he chuckled, his hands in his pocket in an effort to look more inconspicuous. “Maybe they sell…shady stuff like the kind of stuff that Professor Styx would have” he whispered to Kyle as a small group ventured past them with curious glances. Preston knew that standing around made them look like they were up to no good, but he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to step into the shop. If they were engaging in shady stuff, maybe the shop owner wouldn’t want them interrupting.

“Let’s take a closer look” he stated as he ever-so-casually walked up to the shop’s window. The lighting really was terrible, really only a few precariously placed lanterns here and there in no discernible pattern. Turning a bit, Preston quickly glanced through the window. The shelves were surprisingly bare, at least the ones nearest to him. He could see some books on the shelves and a couple of chest looking things. He could also just barely see the lady who had entered before, her veil allowing her to get lost in the shadows as she spoke to a shopkeeper. They seemed to be having an animated conversation. “Go in…I dare you” the eleven year old said as he elbowed his companion. The Slytherin would follow Kyle if he went in, but he wasn’t sure he would go in on his own. He was half-afraid of what the shopkeeper or that veiled woman might do to them. They had to do something though.
 
Kyle waited to hear Preston's opinion and when the boy mentioned Professor Styx, Kyle couldn't help but agree. Professor Styx was a cheerful Professor like the others. The items in his class were different too, more creepy looking. Kyle tried his best to ignore the glances they were getting from the strangers. He did not want them to realize that they were up to something. Kyle swallowed as Preston said they should take a closer look. He was curious and he did not want to be a total bore and be stuck with his father so he walked up to the shop and looked through the window. Kyle's head jerked to face the Slytherin boy as Preston dared him to enter into the shop. He knew if they wanted anything more fun then they had to go in. "Okay" he said cooly and buried the fear within him. Dares were fun and a Slytherin had just dared him. If not for himself he had to do it for the sake of his house. They were supposed to be brave. Here goes nothing, Kyle thought in his head as he turned the door knob and pushed the door inwards. Kyle half expected the door to open with a creak but thankfully it seemed like it had been kept in good condition and was smooth and silent.

Upon entering, the young Gryffindor found himself looking at a view of very unique collection of items. Skulls, masks, various viles that seemed to hold potions, some ancient looking silver and golden objects that seemed to be radiating magic from them. Kyle's eyes quickly moved to the corner of the shop were behind the counter stood a old man dressed in black robes and he was rapidly conversing in low tones with the woman in the veil. Kyle could not see what the items placed between them included. He was of course curious to know what the woman wished to purchase from such a shop. The Apothecary surely would have all the potions for one's need and the jewellery shops in Obsidian Harbor were good too so why did she need to come to this shop. Glad that the two adults were in deep discussion and did not notice him, Kyle walked and came closer to what seemed like a working shelf. A disgusted look came on Kyle's face as he noticed a raven lying dead on the desk. The old man seemed to be stuffing it or stuffing something into it for concealing or smuggling it. Kyle kept quiet and his attention was now taken by a book that lay on the working desk. The cover did not have any writing on it and it looked ancient. He opened it slowly hoping to see its content. The page that was opened held a hooded figure with a sharp object in his hand and before Kyle could begun reading the man in the book let out a big scream as he seemed to come up towards Kyle as if in a 3D movie. Kyle knew that magical people in photos moved but they could not come out of the photos. The scream was more than enough the stop the adults in their mid sentence and turn their attention to the snooping young boy.
 

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