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|  | Drunk and disorderly [Open] « Thread Started on May 18, 2008, 10:10am » | |
After the last ditching of class was so successful Fabian had decided he would try it again. He hadn’t planned to be joined by anyone the last time, that was a bonus but an added bonus and definitely something that he hoped would happen again. It was nice to have company and the two guys were, interesting to say the lest. Worth risking a detention for anyway. But for Fabian to go absent from class there had to be a good reason other then the class was boring, it would be easy enough to make the lesson interesting but was it worth it? Today Fabian didn’t think so and as a result was wondering about London having decided to go on a trip to the Muggle world. There was no real destination in mind, his mind was on holiday from his body right now and didn’t seem like it would be returning any time soon.
Humming quietly Fabian walked down the street looking around and grinning stupidly at nothing in particular. He had all the appearance of being on drugs and most might think he was if it wasn’t for the fact Fabian hadn’t taken a drug in his life and he had a for once, smart >outfit on. No reason for it other then Fabian wanted to look like he was meant to be wondering about at nine-thirty in the morning. He knew how touchy the Muggle police were. Besides sugar gave him the high that most would need something harder to get the same effect. It was probably just as well he wasn’t in class as he wouldn’t be concentrating anyway.
Turning on his feet Fabian walked down a quiet alleyway and with a small thud seated himself on the ground while sipping from a bottle he had picked up, along with an assortment of coloured spray cans. He wasn’t entirely sure what it was as the bottle he was drinking from as it had the label coke, Fabian had coke before and this tasted different. Still whatever this was tasted nice and the fact he had been offered it by a guy on the street made it more appealing, like he shouldn’t be drinking it. By now it was obvious to be alcohol of some description but Fabian was in no state to come to that conclusion and just hiccupped, grinning and leaning back against the, for now bare wall of alleyway.
Having seen a group of Muggles with cans grafting a wall Fabian couldn’t resist trying them out and decided he had found a new hobby. There were plenty of boring walls around London that just cried out to be painted.
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