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Post by Angel Simons on Jun 25, 2008 21:43:15 GMT
Standing down a dark and slightly cold street, Angel shivered. She had no idea where she was. It wasn't somewhere she was used to, and things didn't really look welcoming or pleasant anywhere, and yet she didn't feel threatened. She had been trying to find Diagon Alley. Must have taken a wrong turn, she thought, sighing at herself. She expected that of herself. After all, Angel was prone to a lot of human errors. Looking at all of the dark and dismal shops, she couldn't help but feel intrigued at some of the things inside them. It was so different than the always busy, brightly coloured Diagon Alley that she'd been so familiar with.
Here, everyone was skulking around, looking guilty about something or another and were all highly miserable. However, Angel felt at home there. She didn't know why. What is happening to me?" She asked herself in her head, laughing a little on the outside. Surprisingly enough, no one gave her a second glance. Normally, people would give you strange looks if you talked or laughed to yourself in public when nothing was funny. Here, no one seemed to care, or even notice. "I could get used to this place... I wonder where it is..." She thought, but this time out loud. [/blockquote]
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