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Late Night Taxi
The night had been long and tiring and the two men were quite exhausted as they slid into the back seat of the taxi, too exhausted to walk back to their hotel they were staying in.
“Where would you two be heading this late at night?” the taxi driver asked, looking over his shoulder to get a look at the two new passengers.
“The Green Tree Inn.” Devin answered, leaning forward so that the taxi driver could actually hear him with how softly he was talking.
The taxi driver nodded to give Devin confirmation that he could take the two of them to their destination.
As the taxi was pulling away from the curb Kit pulled Devin back into the seat and rested his head on his shoulder, his eyes starting to close as he began to nod off.
Devin smiled as he allowed Kit to fall asleep against him on the short taxi ride back to their hotel, even wrapping an arm around him to make sure that he wouldn’t go sliding with every turn the taxi glided around.
A few turns later and the taxi pulled up right outside their hotel. Devin gently shook Kit awake before getting him out of the taxi, paying the driver, and leading the artist into the hotel and up to their room to go back to sleep.
The night had been long and tiring and the two men were quite exhausted as they slid into the back seat of the taxi, too exhausted to walk back to their hotel they were staying in.
“Where would you two be heading this late at night?” the taxi driver asked, looking over his shoulder to get a look at the two new passengers.
“The Green Tree Inn.” Devin answered, leaning forward so that the taxi driver could actually hear him with how softly he was talking.
The taxi driver nodded to give Devin confirmation that he could take the two of them to their destination.
As the taxi was pulling away from the curb Kit pulled Devin back into the seat and rested his head on his shoulder, his eyes starting to close as he began to nod off.
Devin smiled as he allowed Kit to fall asleep against him on the short taxi ride back to their hotel, even wrapping an arm around him to make sure that he wouldn’t go sliding with every turn the taxi glided around.
A few turns later and the taxi pulled up right outside their hotel. Devin gently shook Kit awake before getting him out of the taxi, paying the driver, and leading the artist into the hotel and up to their room to go back to sleep.
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He picked them up to take them to his office/living quarters and half-turned before a Slytherin-green piece of paper folded in half caught his eye. He put the papers down to the right of the mysterious green whatever-it-was and reached cautiously to pick it up, expecting it to explode as a prank from the Weasley twins.
It didn't explode as he touched it, neither did it do a
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Pott--Harry?
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That Mudb--friend of yours, Granger, is looking for you.
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The blonde glanced down and Albus followed his gaze to the Slytherin badge on his chest. Leaning just a tad closer, he whispered back, Father means Da, not me.
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Here's the first of two writings for this week. I'll try to do at least one each week again, but I might get too busy.
Enjoy.
Enjoy.
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