May 2nd, 1888 (but like 1 A.M.) - May Day Celebration Wrap-Up
The flower crown on Kieran's head, of black roses twined together, was the only color that did not do anything to the wearer. He would know this -- he was one of the people who was responsible for the charms. He put the crown on early to dissuade anyone from saddling him with another kind, and now that they were packing up, well, he might as well leave it.
Kieran was gathering the remaining leaflets into a box; those that had never been picked up could be repurposed for their next event. He had the box resting against his hip and his wand tucked behind his ear, and stepped over some leftover fireworks detritus to set the box of leaflets down on the table. Their event had gone - surprisingly well, actually. In the distance, the last of the fireworks were going off, lighting up the sky over magical London. He ought to be tired - it was late - but instead he was very awake, still amped up by the success of the day.
That he found Jude wasn't a surprise; it was really just a matter of time as he picked the box back up to wander towards the Augurey. "Did anyone tell you what that does?" Kieran asked, indicating the red flower crown perched on Jude's head.
Kieran was gathering the remaining leaflets into a box; those that had never been picked up could be repurposed for their next event. He had the box resting against his hip and his wand tucked behind his ear, and stepped over some leftover fireworks detritus to set the box of leaflets down on the table. Their event had gone - surprisingly well, actually. In the distance, the last of the fireworks were going off, lighting up the sky over magical London. He ought to be tired - it was late - but instead he was very awake, still amped up by the success of the day.
That he found Jude wasn't a surprise; it was really just a matter of time as he picked the box back up to wander towards the Augurey. "Did anyone tell you what that does?" Kieran asked, indicating the red flower crown perched on Jude's head.