December 31st, 1892 - Wizarding London
Elliot hadn't left the party before midnight for any reasons related to a vision, but rather because he'd gotten slightly too tipsy faster than he'd wanted to. He felt odd, but New Years Eve usually made him feel odd. He felt like by now he ought to have figured his life out, the point of it or the point of his Sight — and he hadn't.
So he was wandering. He'd ended up in Diagon Alley mostly on accident, and the street felt more lively than usual — full of people hoping to see fireworks or make a last-minute impulse purchase. Elliot had just about decided to turn around and go back to the party when he spotted her.
"Miss Reid!"
Temerita Reid
So he was wandering. He'd ended up in Diagon Alley mostly on accident, and the street felt more lively than usual — full of people hoping to see fireworks or make a last-minute impulse purchase. Elliot had just about decided to turn around and go back to the party when he spotted her.
"Miss Reid!"