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๐๏ธForeign Correspondent
๐Citizen of everywhere & nowhere
โค๏ธChampion of quiet kindness and second chances
๐ฆProtector of people, animals, and forgotten places
โCoffee in hand, notebook open
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Collecting stories that make the world feel smaller
โจThere is always good left to find
๐๐๐ซ๐ญ ๐ - ๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐ข๐ญ ๐๐๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ฌ
Magic, for most wizarding children, was unpredictable, but harmless.
A toy might float, a glass may shatter, a sudden burst of laughter might send something spinning across the room.
It was chaotic, yes. But it was fleeting.
With --
back from his forehead. "Not wrong."
She pressed a gentle kiss there, lingering for just a second longer than usual.
"Just... a little different."
And as she left the room, her expression shifted; thoughtful, measured, already turning over what this might mean for the --
๐๐๐ซ๐ญ ๐ - ๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐๐ก๐๐ญ ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ค ๐๐ฎ๐ข๐๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ.
The door shuts harder than Callum intends.
Not a slam, not quite, but enough.
Enough that the frame rattles, enough that the quiet that follows feels sharp.
He doesn't turn the light on.
Just paces. --
๐๐๐ซ๐ญ ๐๐ก๐ซ๐๐: ๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ข๐๐๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐.
Callum doesn't go back downstairs, not properly.
He makes it halfway, just enough to hear the low murmur of voices, the clink of something being set on the kitchen counter, before veering off toward the back hallway --
๐๐๐ซ๐ญ ๐๐ก๐ซ๐๐: ๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ข๐๐๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐.
Callum doesn't go back downstairs, not properly.
He makes it halfway, just enough to hear the low murmur of voices, the clink of something being set on the kitchen counter, before veering off toward the back hallway --
his fears make you careless with it either."
Callum frowns slightly.
"...What's that supposed to mean?"
Ewan gives a small shrug.
"Just means, don't prove him right by accident."
And with that, he's gone. Leaving Callum there in the quiet again.
But this time...
It --