Sit on the bench to get some air
From Thread 1
You sit on the bench to get some air. You never knew running away from home would get you this tired. A sudden loud crack interrupts your musings. You look towards the sound fearfully thinking that someone is shooting at you. A greasy haired man with a hooked nose, is holding a wooden stick in his hand and pointing it at you. He is clothed in what looks like a black dress. You stifle a giggle and prepare to run, in case the man tries to kidnap you or something. He doesn't look friendly at all. "Potter?" He growls. You stiffen, you've never heard of the man and you wonder how he knows your name.
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