Vincent could barely believe that in less than a month he would be back at school, or could he believe how empty the streets were becoming, how frightened people were becoming. Vincent strolled into Flourish and Blotts wanting to look for a few new books for next years dim lit common room readings when he knew he would not be able to sleep and as
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"speaking of school, you'll be starting fifth when you return will you not Miss Evans?" he said.
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He shifted on one foot, "Maybe we could continue this conversation out of the front of the shop?" he said a little brighter, as people tried to push past, they were obviously not happy about being outside for any length of time. Vincent looked down the street absently and inwardly cringed, though his mark had not made him move--the memory of the first night had indeed sparked as he looked down the street and remembered the screams.
He looked back, "If you would like to?" he commented with sincere curiousity, which seemed to sparkle on his some what moody expression that he could of given the minster of magic a run for his money.
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