Late Night Stroll [Open]

[harriet jones]

The quidditch star was doing something that might have seemed a little unusual for someone of her social station. she was wandering late at night. Why? Because she still lived at home with her abusive father, for the sake of her siblings. She was usually the leaderly one, who kept the others out of trouble but sometiems when they slept, she walked, because she simply couldn't deal with the pressure of being there all the time. She had rarely been away when she was needed and she would often aparate home to check in on them before leaving once again if she had worries. Tonight though things had been all right and she needed some time to clear her head. She wasn't adapting amazingly to her new found celebrity status as a quidditch star. THose late night walks were beginning to mean even more to her. It wasn't that she was snobby or hated her fans but it was hard for her to keep up signing autographs in public and having an obligation to represent the Holyhead Harpies at home, while being a leader as well.

Fortunately nobody else was aware of who she was in Muggle London. Not as far as she knew at any rate. She walked slowly letting her mind wander from quidditch to her family life, to her own loneliness when it came to love. She wasn't doing great right now, but at least she had the opportunity to get away and surround herself with people who would treat her like an ordinary human being. She reflected that muggle celebrities had been truly cursed in that respect, completely robbed of their normal lives, of their ability to just live without being constantly 'on.'  She was beginning to understand already why it was that so many famous people ended up bitter and evasive when it came to their fans. She hoped she would never turn out quite like that.  Still the lights of the shops, and the passing crowd and the happy chatting of muggles began to get  to be a bit too much and she turned sharply heading toward a park where she hoped that she could take a moment to catch her breath.

That's when she heard the sound of someone approaching she reached for her wand, concealed within her jacket. She didn't draw it yet but she was ready, none the less.

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Harry as usual was out late at night, skipping out of the house and going to a bar late at night. It was one way to get away from his abusive father - away from the problems. Part of Harry wondered why his sister was still with them, but deep down he knew. He knew she couldn’t leave them behind with the man who was supposed to be a father and not treat them like garbage. If he were her, he’d be gone and finding a way to get them out of the situation they were in. The young male never mentioned it to his friends because it was none of their business.

It was another night when Harry was kicked out of another bar for stirring up trouble and left with a limp and a new blackeye to explain. Of course he needed to try to stay out of trouble for his sister’s sake. Even if his sister can handle herself, he wanted to protect her too. Protect her career.

The young guy had a hood on over his head and was hurrying through the muggle park, his head down and not looking ahead of him. His hands were buried in his pockets as he walked right toward the figure in front of him.
 

harriet jones