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A/n: Part of the "Snakes and Ladders Challenge" and "The If You Dare Challenge".
Prompt: Ghost Towns (#10)
Ghost Towns
The world was now a different place.
Moving quickly through deserted streets, head lowered, and scurrying quickly past boarded-up shops, Dung thought with distaste that he felt even more a weasel then, than ever before in his life.
It wasn't my fault, hadn't wanted to be part of the guard in the first place, he told himself for perhaps the millionth time. It was a mantra that he kept telling himself several times a day for the past couple months.
Meanwhile the world had gone to hell.
And even for him, business wasn't exactly thriving. Though he supposed he could take some comfort in the fact that at the very least, things weren't any worse for him.
Except of course for the fact that ghost towns weren't exactly great for business, but he'd take what he could get.
And for the time being, Sirius' belongings were getting him by.
Not like he needs them... or had even wanted them, Dung told himself.
And yet still... he was sure that they wouldn't follow him into his dreams again that night.
But a man's got to eat, he thought grimly, ducking into Knockturn Alley.
~End~
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