Sep 11, 2014
"27."
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"Let’s party like it’s the end of the world!"
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"27."
Send a ♒ and I will generate a number or send a number for what my muse will say to yours!A mix of nsfw, crack, fluff, angst, etc.1-50
"Let’s party like it’s the end of the world!"
Just fixing the tag.
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Carry on.
Back to the Muggle world
⌈⚜⌋ —- It was strange for Scabior to walk on the streets of London again. The war ended almost sixteen years ago and many things changed ever since. Many had considered him dead, thinking that he’d went down along with the rest of the Snatchers. But he Apparated away right on time, avoiding death in the last second. He’d gone into hiding, watching as the Dark Lord met his downfall, and ever since he fled, not wanting to risk being caught by the Aurors. Scabior was no Death Eater, he’d never received the Mark, yet his criminal record was enough for the Aurors to lock him in Azkaban again. Ever since he lived in exile, not daring to return until he was certain that nobody would be looking for him in the Wizarding world.
⌈⚜⌋ —- But as it was, here he was now, strolling casually though Muggle London, observing the people he was supposed to hate, maybe even people he would have snatched sixteen years ago. Though even if any of the Muggle borns and Muggle dressed wizards would try to recognize him, they’d fail. He changed his name and his looks, his hair was now trimmed and more under control, his clothes were not sticking out - he blended into the modern world. He himself didn’t change much though, since wizards aged slower than Muggles. His path led him to a nearby park, where he sat down on a bench next to a man reading though some papers. He only managed to read ‘Shakespeare’ from them, though that meant little to him. Shrugging, Scabior pulled out a cigarette from his package, intending to smoke, though he realised he didn’t have any matches. ❝Oi, mate,❞ he said, turning to the man next to him. ❝Got a light to spare?❞
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