july 12th, 2023 | muggle london
Birdie's not running, not yet, but she's broken into a fast walk that's turning into a jog. She peers over her shoulder, and then checks again–– she doesn't think anybody's following her, but she has to be careful. She can't get caught, not yet, not for something so stupid. Her chain of thought is cut off when she turns a corner, still looking behind her, and smashes into another body, her small frame practically bouncing back as her head knocks against the side of the building. It takes her a second to open her eyes fully, and her head throbs, but when her vision comes into focus she sees a familiar face.
"Do I–– ow ––know you?"














