Mystical Diversions | X & M
Xeno had forgone a cloak or any type of coat that day in favor of three different scarves of varying fabrics and colours, the ends of which pooled in their lap where they sat. Flicking a length of luridly purple striped wool off the hefty book they were reading, they let out a quiet hum of interest at the image revealed. Long fingers brushed over a scientifically rendered image of a bowtruckle nest. There was no one around to hear them, or to see them were they sat, the image of idle serenity, on the ground directly next to the door of an almost certainly empty home. At least they thought no one was in. They were almost certain they’d knocked, but they had also been reading at the time, so who was to say.
Marlene’s door was the last of an extensive list of places Xeno had found themself that day. Edgar and all the others in St. Mungo’s were improving, but it was a painfully slow process, and Alastor Moody seemed to be around every corner leveling a glare full of suspicion in their direction, and all of the activity served to make them restless. It was practically a miracle that they’d managed to sit still and just read for the time they had. A miracle explicable by the fact that they weren’t in their own flat- therefore successfully avoiding further questioning- and that when they read, they threw all of their attention into the activity unabashedly. Not even the handful of people who had walked past and had to step over their casually extended leg.
They’d run into Mary the day before, which had reminded them that they hadn’t seen Marlene in what seemed like far too long. Xeno shared mutual interests with the two women- Mary’s love of animals and Marlene’s fascination with horoscopes and the nebulous world of the future. They were fairly certain they’d picked that up from Sybill; they’d known the seer for so long that some of their knowledge seemed to have been shared by osmosis. And so in their wanderings that day- which had found them calf-deep in a stream for a while, and in a truly immense muggle library- they’d ended up quite literally on Marlene’s doorstep.
Footsteps approached, but Xeno didn’t bother looking up from where they were slightly hunched over the book where it was perched against a bent leg.
@estrela--marlene