It was raining. It was cold in this shirt and those pants.

Dominque stood by the curb, in this shirt and those pants. It was cold, and she was wet. She wanted out of that place. She feels the chill, the excitement, but also the dread of the emotions left behind when she ran away. She wished she had been more rational about it, maybe brought a raincoat, or at least a tarp.

A warm hand is on her shoulder. Suddenly, she no longer feels the rain tapping on her back and assaulting the nape of her neck. "Now that was an excellent choice of clothing to wear in the pouring rain." Lorcan Scamander. LorcanLorcanLorcan-the snarky Scamander twin with the prettyshiny brown eyes, and the constant frown. With a pink polka-dot umbrella. "My place," he asks. She shrugs.