pregame || charger + eris || yer a wizard
@shslaceprosecutor
Dappled sunlight, interrupted only by the momentary shade cast by the branches of trees, gently warmed the passenger carriage of the train as it made its late afternoon journey back into the city. The idle buzz of conversation drifted around Charger’s head like a haze; families were chatting with cooing children, other students, in from a day trip, were gossiping merrily, and business men appeared to be nodding off in the drowsy heat.
The musician herself was tucked away in a corner of the carriage, almost hiding behind the guitar case propped in front of her. Her record company had called her manager that morning and bid her to visit one of their recording studios on the edge of town. However, Kenshin could only deliver this message to her over text, as he was already stationed at his city office. Charger had been left with no way to get herself to the studio than to board the morning train amongst school children and salary men.
Thankfully, the few public appearances she had made since signing with Tatsuyama Records appeared to have eluded the sleepy, vaguely conscious morning crowd. Unfortunately, by the time she had returned to the station, she was orbited by people who clearly recognized her, though she recognized none of them. She had just barely managed to scoot into the carriage and file herself away before it had departed.
Amongst the sound of other’s voices in the packed train, Charger couldn’t help but feel small. She had almost picked her cuticles to the quick to calm the churning of her stomach; there was nothing that would quell her nerves more than to open the guitar case and play, but that was something her more recent achievements in fame now prohibited. Instead, she found herself reading over the shoulder of the young woman beside her.
Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you’d expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn’t hold with such nonsense...
A smile crossed her lips as her eyes swept over the beginning to a book that she knew rather well. However, it quickly diminished as she accidentally caught the eye of the girl reading the book.
Anxiety surged through her veins anew as she looked away, but swung her head too suddenly, and smacked it off of her guitar case. There was not running from this situation, it seems. Weakly, Charger turned back to face the girl, and gave a shy, if somewhat apologetic, smile.
“Th-that’s... That’s a really good book. One of my favorites... S-sorry to snoop. Is it your, um... First time reading it?”
A dumb question, as the book itself had been out for a decade or two, but Charger’s words were already in the air. She could only face the consequences they would bring.
