Post by EVIN MIKHAIL GREKOV on Dec 3, 2017 8:52:59 GMT 8
From the Welsh country side to the busy streets of London all the way to the hills of Scotland, Evin's job took him all over the United Kingdom - if he was honest though this was something he truly loved about his job. It wasn't strange that he found himself in the village of Hogsmeade after he had finished up a days work of dealing with ghouls. Drinks with the team were not entirely unheard of yet tonight Evin had come alone. Honest he wasn't sure if a drink was what he was after either. It was still early night, dinner still too early a thought for a single lad his age. There was time to think of a drink later.
There was a comfort in solitude. Often Evin felt this had was because of his childhood - and his parents. He wasn't a ashamed of his blood, the son of a squib and a muggleborn. Evin's skin was thick and he knew his worth. Nevertheless there was something about solitude that he found comfort in.
Walking the streets he paused from time to time to watch those around him, try and understand why they too were out. Curiosity was something he couldn't fight. He smiled at those whose eye's met his and offered friendly waves and hellos to passer-by-er's that interacted. Soon Evin had worked his way into the foot traffic of the village. So little had changed since his school years, did it matter though? Three years or thirty did the village ever change much? Of was the nostalgia part of what always drew wizards back?
Evin was getting lost in his thoughts and daydreams you could say. He had carelessly bumped into a few people already - perhaps he ought to have realize it was time to pay attention. But Evin's head was in the clouds today it seemed and once again he carelessly collided with the person in front of himself. He let out a 'oof' and a bit of quiet Russian - mainly cursing himself. He could only hope he hadn't disrupted the person too badly as he steadied himself and 'recovered' if you will. Focusing he looked at the person in front of himself with an apologetic expression, "Sorry about that, don't know where my mind is today.."
There was a comfort in solitude. Often Evin felt this had was because of his childhood - and his parents. He wasn't a ashamed of his blood, the son of a squib and a muggleborn. Evin's skin was thick and he knew his worth. Nevertheless there was something about solitude that he found comfort in.
Walking the streets he paused from time to time to watch those around him, try and understand why they too were out. Curiosity was something he couldn't fight. He smiled at those whose eye's met his and offered friendly waves and hellos to passer-by-er's that interacted. Soon Evin had worked his way into the foot traffic of the village. So little had changed since his school years, did it matter though? Three years or thirty did the village ever change much? Of was the nostalgia part of what always drew wizards back?
Evin was getting lost in his thoughts and daydreams you could say. He had carelessly bumped into a few people already - perhaps he ought to have realize it was time to pay attention. But Evin's head was in the clouds today it seemed and once again he carelessly collided with the person in front of himself. He let out a 'oof' and a bit of quiet Russian - mainly cursing himself. He could only hope he hadn't disrupted the person too badly as he steadied himself and 'recovered' if you will. Focusing he looked at the person in front of himself with an apologetic expression, "Sorry about that, don't know where my mind is today.."
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