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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 12, 2008 23:50:18 GMT
I wandered round muggle London, hands in my jacket pockets as I made my through the crowd of muggles, making no eye contact with any one. I shivered slightly, tugging my thin jacket closer around me. I should have worn warmer clothes. I'd woken up early this morning, I skipped school, wasn't really in the mood for one of Slughorn's lectures. I'd changed out of my usually uniform and into a pair of faded jeans and an old rock tee, slipping my black jacket on before I'd apparted off the grounds. Somehow I'd ended up in muggle London. Someplace I really never went. It was odd. Being surrounded by muggles. At the moment I preferred complete strangers then everyone at home. I usually never left without telling at least someone. I wanted time on my own at the moment. That was unusual as well, most of the time I got antsy when I was on my own. I'm so wrapped up in my own thoughts I don't see the person I just slammed into, "Sorry."
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