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Carson Bixby for Sloane Bixby. You can take the middle-aged man out of quidd—oh, apparently you can't.
Separating was also not a great idea, though they weren't doing great at staying together anyway. If she were to volunteer to be the human sacrifice.. well... Hogsmeade had plenty of debutantes anyway...

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A Mild Adventure
June 13th, 1888 — Swallowbury District

Some days, Davinder went outside for a walk. He didn't ever go far away from the house where he lived, and now that was even more true, as the fog had come to Swallowbury. Even Davinder had been able to understand that there was something definitely wrong, but he still wished to go outside, even with the reduced visibility. The magic loss didn't bother him. He didn't even have a wand yet, but he wanted this fog to be solved by the time he bought one. He had just hoped that Miss Fairchild, the older one, wouldn't notice he was gone. Davinder did always feel a little abandoned in the house. No wonder the young Miss Fairfield seemed to like her school.

His eyes were drawn to a shadow walking in the fog. It wasn't either of the Misses Fairfield, or was it? The fog made it difficult to tell. Maybe it was one of them coming to bring him back to the house. "Hello?" Davinder called out in strongly accented English, "You are lost?"

With all the fog around, Davinder was worried that he might be in danger. But if he didn't have magic, nothing else did, and he could fight reasonably well, or at least tackle others.
Errington wasn't a fan of this fog. It had hit his winery. His carefully crafted atmospheric charms were entirely useless, which left him with a very large quantity of liquid he would likely have to dump once all of this was over. His business would take a huge hit. There would be no profits for this quarter. He was financially sound enough to be able to make it through from his savings. Worry that the fog would impact the next quarter's supply niggled at him. If it continued for the summer, he might become financially ruined.

It was on his way home from a trip to check on the winery that he heard a small voice calling out to him. A girl? No, a boy? It was difficult to tell at that age, they all sounded so similar.

Erri's brows knit in concern as he came upon the child (a boy), "No, are you lost?"
When the figure got closer, he could see it was a man. He didn't know who, though. The man seemed worried about something. Davinder wondered what it was.

Davinder shook his head, "No sir, I live there." he pointed at the Fairchild residence. The fog made the place harder to see, but Davinder hadn't strayed too far from where he lived. He wouldn't usually do that unless one of the Miss Fairchilds asked for him to get something, or they went out to church.

"Where do you live?" he asked, curiously. He didn't know much about what anybody would want to do near his house. Other than see the women he lived with, his sort of family. Or maybe to poke their noses in the Fairchilds' business.
At least the child wasn't in trouble. He shouldn't have been out in the fog as he was. It would be very, very easy for him to get lost. Hell, it was easy for Erri to get lost, and he was a man grown! It was neglectful guardianship if he'd ever seen any.

"Just down the road there," He pointed in the direction he'd been headed, "What are you doing out here by yourself, lad? You're going to get yourself truly lost. You ought to go home."
The man was very curious. Sometimes people didn't really talk once they realized Davinder was a small child, and therefore not very interesting. This was frustrating, as Davinder knew he was almost a young man, and could, if he knew better English, have a better conversation with adults, if they would speak to him.

"I can't be lost. Or at least, not too lost." Davinder stated. "I'll still be Irvingly, no matter how far I go. Because then the Ministry people will bring me back to Miss Fairchild because I'm not allowed on the train. That's what Miss Fairchild said." It made sense to him, even if they weren't Miss Fairchild's exact words. But he did feel he could be 'lost' more easily in the fog.
His logic made sense, but had a major flaw.

"You could go far enough that you aren't in Irvingly anymore, but in Hawthorne Hallow. Do you know that when they founded Irvingly, they battled dragons and wild veela? That isn't something anyone would want to run into in this fog," He told the boy kindly, "And they had magic, at the time."

Erri would have gestured in the direction of the forest, except he wasn't entirely certain which way it was. Behind him, wasn't it?

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