June 21st, 1890 — Padmore Park

Since the encounter with the little rich girl in the book shopYuri had had a great deal to think about.  The prospect of starting Hogwarts had always seemed like something that was very far away, or like the parish school where he would be able to abscond whenever he liked and no one would mind, or care.  It didn't sound like Hogwarts was that sort of place, it sounded like he was about to be watched like a hawk every minute, of every hour of every day. And he wasn't sure how he felt about that.  The idea that someone, even an unknown someone might care enough about him to bother with his whereabouts on an hourly basis was a strange and disconcerting feeling.  Thinking about it brought an angry sour taste to his mouth that he didn't care to explore any further

In a fit of angry pique, he dropped the stone, and hurled a kick at it whipping it through the air.  where it made contact with another person with a solid, and perhaps painful thunk

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