2 Aug 2018, 01:56
These Streets
For the most part Muggle London was a mystery to Clarke; the big maps, the trains they put underground, the metal things you had to spin to get into certain places... It all just felt so odd and unnecessary. It wasn't just all of their inventions though, all of the weird things they designed to do stuff wizards could do with a flick of their wand, that was part of it but it was mostly feeling like he had to hide. He hated it. Clarke felt naked walking down the streets at night without his cloak, he felt unprotected without his wand by his side, and the worst part was this wasn't even home. Back in Falmouth he had to stay secretive too but he knew the place and if he ever got in trouble he could easily find his way back home. London is an entirely different beast and he was all alone.
He thinks his father went out with some of his teammates to go to a bar to drink or something of the sort, but Clarke wasn't entirely sure. He had a map with the hotel circled on it and had a relative idea on how to read it by lining it up with the streets he was standing on. His father had told him there was a bakery down this street that Clarke could get food at if he was hungry. He told Clarke just to mention who he was to the baker and they wouldn't even charge him. It was either that or room service and Clarke knew his dad would prefer he did it this way, his way.
But Clarke hated it. He hated wandering around the London streets like a lost puppy, with the sun about to go down any second. The muggles on the street only acknowledged him when he walked too slow and they bumped into him roughly. It all felt very rude. Why were muggles always on the go? He supposed that's why it was relatively easy to hide magic from them, they just didn't have time to notice.
Eventually Clarke gave up on the baker and found a bench to sit at and stare out over the river. The city was pretty cool if you were looking at it from a distance, but up close it felt way too intimidating. Eventually he would worry about making his way back to the hotel his dad had him staying in but it was a nice summer night and he could stay awhile.
He thinks his father went out with some of his teammates to go to a bar to drink or something of the sort, but Clarke wasn't entirely sure. He had a map with the hotel circled on it and had a relative idea on how to read it by lining it up with the streets he was standing on. His father had told him there was a bakery down this street that Clarke could get food at if he was hungry. He told Clarke just to mention who he was to the baker and they wouldn't even charge him. It was either that or room service and Clarke knew his dad would prefer he did it this way, his way.
But Clarke hated it. He hated wandering around the London streets like a lost puppy, with the sun about to go down any second. The muggles on the street only acknowledged him when he walked too slow and they bumped into him roughly. It all felt very rude. Why were muggles always on the go? He supposed that's why it was relatively easy to hide magic from them, they just didn't have time to notice.
Eventually Clarke gave up on the baker and found a bench to sit at and stare out over the river. The city was pretty cool if you were looking at it from a distance, but up close it felt way too intimidating. Eventually he would worry about making his way back to the hotel his dad had him staying in but it was a nice summer night and he could stay awhile.
Stamina: 7 | Agility: 5 | Strength: 6 | Control: 7 | ArcPower: 2 | Accuracy: 3
2 Aug 2018, 04:54
These Streets
Skateboards were by far the best mode of transportation, especially if you needed to sneak out of the house at night.
Her hair was growing out, slowly, but it was growing. No longer just under her ears, no longer black and charred, Ami’s hair was slowly getting longer now, and it was flying behind her as she sped down the streets, foot hitting the pavement rhythmically as wheels clattered down the street.
Oh, how sweet freedom tasted. No one to yell at her to slap a helmet on, no one to yell at her to take her headphones off, no one to drag her to the bathroom to wash the drawings off of her arms. No one to yell at her to “put on something more appropriate”, no one to warn her about the dangers of the streets. She knew the dangers, and she’d survived them- beaten them into pulp, actually. Was this what adulthood felt like? 18 couldn’t come soon enough, then.
Glancing up from the map pulled up on her phone, Ami smoothly slid to a walking stop, hopping onto the sidewalk and kicking her skateboard up. Strolling into the grocery store, she bought her apple, and exited.
Priorities, people.
She still about half an hour to kill before her mom called her to “get your ass in bed”, so hitting the River Thames for some nighttime pictures didn’t seem that awful of an idea. Hey, do it for the ‘gram, right?
Pausing with the apple clenched in her teeth, Ami quickly pulled up the fastest route to the River, and sped off into the night. It was times like these, however, where the nostalgia hit her like a brick wall, where this wasn’t her city anymore. It wasn’t Chicago, it was London. The lady with the best iced tea wasn’t just around the corner, the busker who let her play his keyboard wasn’t in the upcoming subway station anymore.
You’ve been here for 3 years. Cry yourself a river, build a bridge, and get over it, already. Rolling to another walking stop, Ami steered clear of the other kid there, who was sitting on a bench. Swiping over to her camera app, she started to take her pictures of the river, glistening in the moonlight.
Her hair was growing out, slowly, but it was growing. No longer just under her ears, no longer black and charred, Ami’s hair was slowly getting longer now, and it was flying behind her as she sped down the streets, foot hitting the pavement rhythmically as wheels clattered down the street.
Oh, how sweet freedom tasted. No one to yell at her to slap a helmet on, no one to yell at her to take her headphones off, no one to drag her to the bathroom to wash the drawings off of her arms. No one to yell at her to “put on something more appropriate”, no one to warn her about the dangers of the streets. She knew the dangers, and she’d survived them- beaten them into pulp, actually. Was this what adulthood felt like? 18 couldn’t come soon enough, then.
Glancing up from the map pulled up on her phone, Ami smoothly slid to a walking stop, hopping onto the sidewalk and kicking her skateboard up. Strolling into the grocery store, she bought her apple, and exited.
Priorities, people.
She still about half an hour to kill before her mom called her to “get your ass in bed”, so hitting the River Thames for some nighttime pictures didn’t seem that awful of an idea. Hey, do it for the ‘gram, right?
Pausing with the apple clenched in her teeth, Ami quickly pulled up the fastest route to the River, and sped off into the night. It was times like these, however, where the nostalgia hit her like a brick wall, where this wasn’t her city anymore. It wasn’t Chicago, it was London. The lady with the best iced tea wasn’t just around the corner, the busker who let her play his keyboard wasn’t in the upcoming subway station anymore.
You’ve been here for 3 years. Cry yourself a river, build a bridge, and get over it, already. Rolling to another walking stop, Ami steered clear of the other kid there, who was sitting on a bench. Swiping over to her camera app, she started to take her pictures of the river, glistening in the moonlight.
According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly.
stamina: 7 | evasion: 15 | strength: 21 | wisdom: 6 | arcane power: 3 | accuracy: 25
martial artist | spell spread | animagus
stamina: 7 | evasion: 15 | strength: 21 | wisdom: 6 | arcane power: 3 | accuracy: 25
martial artist | spell spread | animagus
2 Aug 2018, 05:57
These Streets
Clarke absentmindedly watched the girl pull out the small rectangular object. Muggle technology really did fascinate him to some degree, at least when he was surrounded by it in this way. He had seen people use cameras like this before, they were just like the ones wizards used except muggles stored them on their little boxes instead of developing them. He though probably that the images inside didn't like to be stored in such a cramped place but he'd have to ask one to really decide.
He thought it funny how muggles didn't want to be interrupted when they were even out in public. They always got so offended when other people stopped to ask them something or even tell them to have a nice day. He wondered if it was because they had to get places to store images on their camera or "phones." Or if they genuinely had more important things to do. Maybe that's why they invented the phrase "stop and smell the roses" though, because they really did need to be reminded of it.
Clarke put his feet up on the bench and hugged his knees to his chest as he started to hum a tune that his mother told him was the hogwarts theme song. She'd sing it as she flitted about the house busying herself and then she'd stop at Clarke and sigh happily saying, "I can't wait until you get to go! I miss it already."
He thought it funny how muggles didn't want to be interrupted when they were even out in public. They always got so offended when other people stopped to ask them something or even tell them to have a nice day. He wondered if it was because they had to get places to store images on their camera or "phones." Or if they genuinely had more important things to do. Maybe that's why they invented the phrase "stop and smell the roses" though, because they really did need to be reminded of it.
Clarke put his feet up on the bench and hugged his knees to his chest as he started to hum a tune that his mother told him was the hogwarts theme song. She'd sing it as she flitted about the house busying herself and then she'd stop at Clarke and sigh happily saying, "I can't wait until you get to go! I miss it already."
Stamina: 7 | Agility: 5 | Strength: 6 | Control: 7 | ArcPower: 2 | Accuracy: 3
2 Aug 2018, 06:22
These Streets
Oh boy, now the kid started humming. Absolutely fantastic, now it was clashing with her musi- wait, what exactly was he humming? Frozen, Ami tilted her head to the side, tugging out her earbuds, trying to catch the soft melody. No, it couldn’t be... not another one of them...
No, not yet. She still harbored bitter memories from the school, and right now, she didn’t want to relive them all. Those words, however, were ones that she could recognize from anywhere. It only took a few moments to catch on to the tune he had chosen to sing it along to- quite drastically different from the depressing Boulevard of Broken Dreams Ami had chosen during that first day. The tips of her ears turning red, Ami really couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Your D4 is off,” she called out without turning around. “You’re pitching a little.”
Was that rude? It didn’t sound rude, not in her head, but now that it was out there, in the open... yeah, it was probably rude. With a sigh, Ami turned around, sitting down on her skateboard and scrolling through the pictures on her phone. He’d talk to her, if he wanted to, but most kids didn’t talk to people who just told them exactly what was wrong with their singing.
Ah, perfect pitch. Both a blessing and a curse. Transposing music was a breeze, and playing along to songs was natural, but that also meant she was a perfectionist. Maybe that’s why she was such a good pianist?
There, those two were good, those two were worthy. Type out a suitable caption, add the location, and... there, uploaded. Mission: Success. Feeling pleased with herself, she slid her phone back into her pocket, staring at the boy on the bench as she rocked back and forth on her skateboard.
“The hell are you doing out here all alone, anyway?” she added with a skeptical expression, her American accent heavy. “You don’t look like a downtown-boy.”
No, not yet. She still harbored bitter memories from the school, and right now, she didn’t want to relive them all. Those words, however, were ones that she could recognize from anywhere. It only took a few moments to catch on to the tune he had chosen to sing it along to- quite drastically different from the depressing Boulevard of Broken Dreams Ami had chosen during that first day. The tips of her ears turning red, Ami really couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Your D4 is off,” she called out without turning around. “You’re pitching a little.”
Was that rude? It didn’t sound rude, not in her head, but now that it was out there, in the open... yeah, it was probably rude. With a sigh, Ami turned around, sitting down on her skateboard and scrolling through the pictures on her phone. He’d talk to her, if he wanted to, but most kids didn’t talk to people who just told them exactly what was wrong with their singing.
Ah, perfect pitch. Both a blessing and a curse. Transposing music was a breeze, and playing along to songs was natural, but that also meant she was a perfectionist. Maybe that’s why she was such a good pianist?
There, those two were good, those two were worthy. Type out a suitable caption, add the location, and... there, uploaded. Mission: Success. Feeling pleased with herself, she slid her phone back into her pocket, staring at the boy on the bench as she rocked back and forth on her skateboard.
“The hell are you doing out here all alone, anyway?” she added with a skeptical expression, her American accent heavy. “You don’t look like a downtown-boy.”
According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly.
stamina: 7 | evasion: 15 | strength: 21 | wisdom: 6 | arcane power: 3 | accuracy: 25
martial artist | spell spread | animagus
stamina: 7 | evasion: 15 | strength: 21 | wisdom: 6 | arcane power: 3 | accuracy: 25
martial artist | spell spread | animagus
2 Aug 2018, 06:51
These Streets
Clarke screwed up his face, "well I'm not preforming" he said a little taken aback when she commented on his singing, he hadn't even realized she was close enough to hear him. But maybe that was just him being oblivious about the world around him like his mother was always saying he was. Being stuck in his own world had it's downsides in that way but he also liked that about him, because then he didn't have to worry about what people thought. Except when they offered up their opinion out of nowhere apparently.
When she sat down on the wheeled board and stared at him, he blinked, confused at her as she told him he didn't look like a downtown boy. "Well," he said, "My dad's here on business and he had me come with him. But he's just been working the whole time he's been here so I've been left on my own. He told me to get dinner on my own but I'm not that hungry and well, i'm not good at cities," he waved his hand as if to gesture to all of London.
He probably didn't have to mention that last part. She could tell just by looking at him that he didn't belong here, so it must be at least somewhat obvious. IT had been why he stopped by the river, it wasn't the ocean but it was the water and he knew it lead there. That made it close enough, the closest place he could find that was like home here in the city.
When she sat down on the wheeled board and stared at him, he blinked, confused at her as she told him he didn't look like a downtown boy. "Well," he said, "My dad's here on business and he had me come with him. But he's just been working the whole time he's been here so I've been left on my own. He told me to get dinner on my own but I'm not that hungry and well, i'm not good at cities," he waved his hand as if to gesture to all of London.
He probably didn't have to mention that last part. She could tell just by looking at him that he didn't belong here, so it must be at least somewhat obvious. IT had been why he stopped by the river, it wasn't the ocean but it was the water and he knew it lead there. That made it close enough, the closest place he could find that was like home here in the city.
Stamina: 7 | Agility: 5 | Strength: 6 | Control: 7 | ArcPower: 2 | Accuracy: 3
2 Aug 2018, 07:14
These Streets
So she was right, he wasn’t a city boy. He did sound rather dejected about the whole cities-are-wrecks-that-I-can’t-figure out situation, though, so Ami pointed down the street. “If you turn left there, there’s a bakery,” she offered with a wry smile. Taking another bite out of her apple, Ami continued rocking back and forth, continuing to study the boy in front of her.
From a purely scientific point of view, he didn’t seem evil. A thin frame that she could probably snap over her knee in an instant, an open face that seemed like it had never experienced a slap or punch, and a smile that screamed, ‘I’m jusy an innocent child!’ So yes, if she had to, she could beat him up.
But she probably wouldn’t have. Like she said, he seemed harmless. Just another tourist crowding the streets of London, wary of the big city. It was all too common, today.
With one last swing towards the river, Ami used her feet to propel herself towards the street, tucking them up and then shifting so she was sitting on her knees as the skateboard bumped off the curb and into the street. Carefully getting to her feet, like a surfer, Ami rode in a circle on the pavement, before coming back to where the boy was sitting.
“Come on. I’ve gotta get some bread for my mom, anyway, might as well take you there with me.” Maybe, if she brought home a muffin or two, her mom wouldn’t be quite as mad at her. As always, it was worth a shot.
Not checking to see if he would follow, she jetted off down the street, feet still hitting the pavement rhythmically, but gliding slower than she normally would so that he could keep up- if he wanted to. She wasn’t sure if he would trust a total stranger, or if he would act like Eris- wary, dubious, but hesitantly trusting her.
From a purely scientific point of view, he didn’t seem evil. A thin frame that she could probably snap over her knee in an instant, an open face that seemed like it had never experienced a slap or punch, and a smile that screamed, ‘I’m jusy an innocent child!’ So yes, if she had to, she could beat him up.
But she probably wouldn’t have. Like she said, he seemed harmless. Just another tourist crowding the streets of London, wary of the big city. It was all too common, today.
With one last swing towards the river, Ami used her feet to propel herself towards the street, tucking them up and then shifting so she was sitting on her knees as the skateboard bumped off the curb and into the street. Carefully getting to her feet, like a surfer, Ami rode in a circle on the pavement, before coming back to where the boy was sitting.
“Come on. I’ve gotta get some bread for my mom, anyway, might as well take you there with me.” Maybe, if she brought home a muffin or two, her mom wouldn’t be quite as mad at her. As always, it was worth a shot.
Not checking to see if he would follow, she jetted off down the street, feet still hitting the pavement rhythmically, but gliding slower than she normally would so that he could keep up- if he wanted to. She wasn’t sure if he would trust a total stranger, or if he would act like Eris- wary, dubious, but hesitantly trusting her.
According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly.
stamina: 7 | evasion: 15 | strength: 21 | wisdom: 6 | arcane power: 3 | accuracy: 25
martial artist | spell spread | animagus
stamina: 7 | evasion: 15 | strength: 21 | wisdom: 6 | arcane power: 3 | accuracy: 25
martial artist | spell spread | animagus
2 Aug 2018, 07:28
These Streets
Clarke hurriedly got up from his spot on the bench and scurried after her. He was thankful for his long legs at the moment because he could keep up with her while only looking a little bit foolish. Something about her nonchalant attitude made Clarke trust her, but he had no reason not to anyway. She seemed cool, collected, like she knew everything he didn't. It was an odd sensation. He lived in a town packed full of muggles and was so used to the feeling that he knew so much more than the people around him, but here he felt the opposite.
He did hope that the bakery she was leading him to was the one his dad had mentioned so he wouldn't have to shell out some of the money his mother had given him before he came out here. They always kept muggle money on them, but Clarke had a few sickles in his pocket too just in case.
"Thank you," He said to her a little out of breath, "my father isn't the best at giving directions. He's all wrapped up in Quid... er... work and is kind of absent minded with that stuff" Clarke laughed a little bitterly when he realized by 'that stuff' he had meant himself. But he couldn't really blame his father, Clarke got his absentmindedness from somewhere.
He did hope that the bakery she was leading him to was the one his dad had mentioned so he wouldn't have to shell out some of the money his mother had given him before he came out here. They always kept muggle money on them, but Clarke had a few sickles in his pocket too just in case.
"Thank you," He said to her a little out of breath, "my father isn't the best at giving directions. He's all wrapped up in Quid... er... work and is kind of absent minded with that stuff" Clarke laughed a little bitterly when he realized by 'that stuff' he had meant himself. But he couldn't really blame his father, Clarke got his absentmindedness from somewhere.
Stamina: 7 | Agility: 5 | Strength: 6 | Control: 7 | ArcPower: 2 | Accuracy: 3
2 Aug 2018, 08:29
These Streets
Ah, so he had chosen to follow. Wise chose, the man who owned the bakery was one of the good ones- the type who laughed with his stomach, helped with his heart, and smiled with his eyes. He had always been kind to Ami, especially whenever she had gotten into an argument with her mom, and would occasionally pay for her to play music in front of his shop. Really, he was a good man.
"Mr. Fiteri, long time no see!" Ami called out as she walked into the small shop, leaning her skateboard against one of the walls. "What type of muffins does my mom like, again?" Glancing back at the boy, she gestured around. "Look around, see what you like. If you don't know what's good, ask Mr. Fiteri- he's the god of this bakery."
The shop was small, yes, but was filled to the brim with baked goods of all sorts, from savory to sweet, meat to chocolate. It was a heavenly smell, with the most dominating being a cinnamon-vanilla scent coming from the tray of freshly-baked cinnamon rolls on the counter, next to the cash register.
The jovial-looking man at the counter laughed heartily at the redhead's statement, smiling with twinkling eyes. "Miss Procoppio, you are too kind, too kind..." he mused, turning to retrieve a box of blueberry-cherry muffins from a shelf behind him. "On the house. Just for your mother. You can pay me back by coming here tomorrow morning to play that keyboard of yours."
"Yes, sir!" she cried enthusiastically, carefully cradling the box in her arms like it truly was worth its weight in gold. "Did you find anything yet?" Ami added, glancing back at the street rat boy she had found on the bench.
"Mr. Fiteri, long time no see!" Ami called out as she walked into the small shop, leaning her skateboard against one of the walls. "What type of muffins does my mom like, again?" Glancing back at the boy, she gestured around. "Look around, see what you like. If you don't know what's good, ask Mr. Fiteri- he's the god of this bakery."
The shop was small, yes, but was filled to the brim with baked goods of all sorts, from savory to sweet, meat to chocolate. It was a heavenly smell, with the most dominating being a cinnamon-vanilla scent coming from the tray of freshly-baked cinnamon rolls on the counter, next to the cash register.
The jovial-looking man at the counter laughed heartily at the redhead's statement, smiling with twinkling eyes. "Miss Procoppio, you are too kind, too kind..." he mused, turning to retrieve a box of blueberry-cherry muffins from a shelf behind him. "On the house. Just for your mother. You can pay me back by coming here tomorrow morning to play that keyboard of yours."
"Yes, sir!" she cried enthusiastically, carefully cradling the box in her arms like it truly was worth its weight in gold. "Did you find anything yet?" Ami added, glancing back at the street rat boy she had found on the bench.
According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly.
stamina: 7 | evasion: 15 | strength: 21 | wisdom: 6 | arcane power: 3 | accuracy: 25
martial artist | spell spread | animagus
stamina: 7 | evasion: 15 | strength: 21 | wisdom: 6 | arcane power: 3 | accuracy: 25
martial artist | spell spread | animagus
2 Aug 2018, 09:33
These Streets
"I'm looking sheesh" Clarke said and shook his head. He wasn't used to a bakery this big. His hometown had a few that were far more quaint. He never considered that they didn't have a lot to offer, but being in this one he was making him second guess that. There were all kinds of things, he didn't know what to choose from.
His dad had mentioned getting actual dinner so he sauntered over to a case of sandwiches and stared at them. He grabbed one labelled turkey, ham, and cheese. Before Clarke approached the counter he looked around the shop once more deciding if he should buy maybe one more thing. It's not like he was hurting for money and he knew his dad would not care if he got some extra. It was his mother he had to worry about and she was back home in Falmouth.
So Clarke reached put his sandwich on the counter and pointed to one of the cinnamon rolls, "I'd like one of those please too," he said, "And uh my dad said that you'd know who he was and that it'd be okay."
The baker raised an eyebrow, "what's your dads name then?" he asked. He seemed skeptical like Clarke was pulling a fast one on him.
Clarke bit his lip, "uh his name is Jeremiah Laredo, he says he comes here all the time and that my food would be covered."
"Ah," said the baker, "your the Laredo boy then are you? Your dad has mentioned you before. He's a nice fella, always leaving me tips. Go on then, I'll let you take this home for free, like your dad promised." he packed away the cinnamon roll in a box and put the sandwich in a bag with it before passing it over to Clarke.
"Thank you, sir" He said.
His dad had mentioned getting actual dinner so he sauntered over to a case of sandwiches and stared at them. He grabbed one labelled turkey, ham, and cheese. Before Clarke approached the counter he looked around the shop once more deciding if he should buy maybe one more thing. It's not like he was hurting for money and he knew his dad would not care if he got some extra. It was his mother he had to worry about and she was back home in Falmouth.
So Clarke reached put his sandwich on the counter and pointed to one of the cinnamon rolls, "I'd like one of those please too," he said, "And uh my dad said that you'd know who he was and that it'd be okay."
The baker raised an eyebrow, "what's your dads name then?" he asked. He seemed skeptical like Clarke was pulling a fast one on him.
Clarke bit his lip, "uh his name is Jeremiah Laredo, he says he comes here all the time and that my food would be covered."
"Ah," said the baker, "your the Laredo boy then are you? Your dad has mentioned you before. He's a nice fella, always leaving me tips. Go on then, I'll let you take this home for free, like your dad promised." he packed away the cinnamon roll in a box and put the sandwich in a bag with it before passing it over to Clarke.
"Thank you, sir" He said.
Stamina: 7 | Agility: 5 | Strength: 6 | Control: 7 | ArcPower: 2 | Accuracy: 3
2 Aug 2018, 10:43
These Streets
Ami curled her lip and made a face behind the boy's back before she could stop herself. Stop, that's rude. She nodded approvingly as the boy seemed to have some manners, at least, being nice and polite to Mr. Fiteri. If he had dared utter a word against the man who had been so good to her, well... Ami wasn't exactly a stranger to the odd fight or two. Or twenty.
"Let's eat outside," Ami suggested, waving goodbye to Mr. Fiteri as she shifted the box to one arm, grabbing her skateboard with the other. Pushing the door open with her back, she dropped her skateboard on the ground, hopping on and kicking off. "I know this sweet little park nearby. It's got some benches, you can sit and eat."
Not only did it have benches, but Eris might be there. Ami had never really gotten the chance to properly apologize, and if Eris was there... maybe, just maybe, she'd finally get the chance to. Or, like every other time she had dropped by the park, she still wouldn't be there. Really, the two needed to start sharing schedules.
Once again, not caring if the Laredo boy followed her or not, Ami took off, rolling down the street, headed towards her intended destination.
"Let's eat outside," Ami suggested, waving goodbye to Mr. Fiteri as she shifted the box to one arm, grabbing her skateboard with the other. Pushing the door open with her back, she dropped her skateboard on the ground, hopping on and kicking off. "I know this sweet little park nearby. It's got some benches, you can sit and eat."
Not only did it have benches, but Eris might be there. Ami had never really gotten the chance to properly apologize, and if Eris was there... maybe, just maybe, she'd finally get the chance to. Or, like every other time she had dropped by the park, she still wouldn't be there. Really, the two needed to start sharing schedules.
Once again, not caring if the Laredo boy followed her or not, Ami took off, rolling down the street, headed towards her intended destination.
According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly.
stamina: 7 | evasion: 15 | strength: 21 | wisdom: 6 | arcane power: 3 | accuracy: 25
martial artist | spell spread | animagus
stamina: 7 | evasion: 15 | strength: 21 | wisdom: 6 | arcane power: 3 | accuracy: 25
martial artist | spell spread | animagus