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☾ — I'm 19 and I'm on fire 。.:*・
There’s an eerie feeling the Diagon Alley seems to emit, the scent of a lurking dragon’s breath roasts through the street walls and cold pavements. And yet, there’s nowhere else to find better hand-me-down robes at. The alley is like a black market, a sanctuary for wizards who need things with a low price.
Cai lifts the hood of his robe over his head, not wanting to be recognized as a metamorphmagus outside the castle, especially since he can’t control his emotions and how his hair changes color without his proper consent. He turns to another alley, only to sight a familiar student from Hogwarts. To be fair, they’re both not on the same side of the coin, especially since the girl seems to have a rather special hatred towards Cai.
Just like him, there seems to be hand-me-down robes sticking out of the paper bag she’s carrying. Which doesn’t really concern Cai, so he moves to just walk past her. But the second he takes a step forward, a group of witches and wizards start to hurdle around her, a tattoo carefully inked on their skin-- dark wizards?