Nate was all anxiety and impatience as he walked briskly through Diagon Alley; he wasnât technically hiding from the magical world, anymore, not like he was months agoâbut he still didnât particularly care to be seen and recognized, either. He shifted the bag of basic potions ingredients he was carrying to one arm and used the other to dig through his pocket for a cigarette. He was doing a demonstration on brewing potions for the hedges, later, since it was a magical skill that didnât require a wand (âA fucking monkey could manage brewing a potionâ is how Xi had phrased it) and had picked up some ingredients they were running low on in their supplies at the house.Â
Nate put the cigarette between his lips and lit it with a much-practiced snap, and hadnât even managed to inhale before someone ran right into him (or maybe it was the other way around; Nate wasnât exactly watching where he was going). âMotherfuckingââ Nate cursed as the cigarette fell from his mouth; his hand flew out and he just barely managed to catch it, right above the smoldering tip, a millisecond before it singed the floppy brown hair that hung in the face of the person whoâd bumped him. Nate exhaled in relief, heart racing; thank you, you beautiful warped probability field.Â
ââMy badâ?â Nate parroted sarcastically. Was it fucking 1995? Who talked like that? Then he took a moment to appraise the boy in front of him, and actually considered the possibility that he might be from another time period, the way he looked all dazed and wildly out of place, in a (very oddly) rather charming sort of way.Â
Smirking, Nate took a drag off the cigarette and then said, âAre you likeâlost, or something? Trying to remember where you parked your DeLorean?â
Zeke watched as the cigarette, in slow motion, fell from the strangerâs mouth and somehow being caught right before he lost a lock of hair, or perhaps an eye. âWow.â Zeke couldnât help the wonder that crept into his voice at the reflexes of the other man. Was this typical of Others? Were they just so imbued with magic that they could dispense it when they liked? Personal magic wasnât allowed as a Divine. Only in certain situations where it helped and benefited the whole, and only by adults who had received their Conductor. Catching a cigarette from burning a stranger who had just bumped into you didnât seem like it qualified.Â
There was no denying Zeke was out of his element here. Slowly but surely he was grasping the reason they werenât allowed to mingle with Others without a chaperone, but somehow he didnât find himself caring. Adventures was to be had, were they not? Zeke snapped his own mouth shut with an audible clatter of teeth, not realizing he had been straight up gaping at the man. Handsome man, his mind supplied, quite unnecessarily. âExcuse me? My?â Zeke furrowed his brow at the comment from the manâhis what now?ââ
âNo, Iâm not lost.â Squaring his shoulders Zeke somehow still managed to look curled in on himself, if only a smidge straighter and taller. Barely a smidge. He didnât look nor sound at all convincing. Looking around the street he grasped at something familiar but he had never taken notice of the names of any of the shops when he went on one of his escapades. âIâm just.., browsing?â
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