" What the hell was that!?" Razor looked up from his usual bed of newspapers and rags and wiped something white and wet off his forehead. "Oh great," he murmured, " A bird shit on my forehead again."
He laughed to himself at the small misfortune.When he got up he saw the sun rising between the two buildings that formed his alley. He recently ran away from his eleventh orphanage because the people in charge kept punishing him for his bad behavior. The only thing he usually did was mouth off...and continuously get in fights. That was it, he never did anything REALLY bad. Plus he didn't need the support of the orphanage anyways food wise. He happened to be, and was very proud to be, an excellent scrounger for food. He also stole, but only when he needed to.
He was pretty popular on the streets, but with never any close friends,they were an extra mouth to feed, they set you back Adults simply loathed him. He wasn't exactly the perfect kid. He was good looking, brown spiked hair, he had a gray eye and a green eye, with straight clean teeth, though he rarely brushed. But his attitude was less than impressive, he liked himself, he saw nothing wrong with the way he acted but other people thought he was too vulgar, too punk, too arrogant, too much of a tough little asshole who didn't know when to keep his mouth shut. He saw none of these faults, however, he just thought he voiced his opinions and if you like them fine, if you don't, who gives a damn what you think?
So he found it rather odd when an old man who appeared to be in some sort of bath robes ran over to him and told him he must leave with him at once. " What are you talking about? I don't want to go anywhere with you!" He though the old man would drop it but he was relentless. "Come on let me explain to you why you need to come with me," he said in a firm tone. " There is no way I am going with you" By now Razor was ready to fight him. He was not going to go with a wierd old man somewhere.
"I only came here specifically so you could come back with me,"
" But why?" Razor asked the curiosity of his getting the better of him. "Razor you have been accepted to the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy," He handed Razor a letter to confirm this statement and it also listed his school supplies.
"This is crazy there is no way this can be true!"
"Well it is and you better come back with me, there is little time"
" I see, so I guess I will go with you since I got nothing better to do on the streets."
They were walking for a brief amount of time when the old man stopped in front of a shabby old building.
"This is where you are going to stay until school starts," said the old man. " Aah nothing better than the Leaky Cauldron!"
He laughed to himself at the small misfortune.When he got up he saw the sun rising between the two buildings that formed his alley. He recently ran away from his eleventh orphanage because the people in charge kept punishing him for his bad behavior. The only thing he usually did was mouth off...and continuously get in fights. That was it, he never did anything REALLY bad. Plus he didn't need the support of the orphanage anyways food wise. He happened to be, and was very proud to be, an excellent scrounger for food. He also stole, but only when he needed to.
He was pretty popular on the streets, but with never any close friends,they were an extra mouth to feed, they set you back Adults simply loathed him. He wasn't exactly the perfect kid. He was good looking, brown spiked hair, he had a gray eye and a green eye, with straight clean teeth, though he rarely brushed. But his attitude was less than impressive, he liked himself, he saw nothing wrong with the way he acted but other people thought he was too vulgar, too punk, too arrogant, too much of a tough little asshole who didn't know when to keep his mouth shut. He saw none of these faults, however, he just thought he voiced his opinions and if you like them fine, if you don't, who gives a damn what you think?
So he found it rather odd when an old man who appeared to be in some sort of bath robes ran over to him and told him he must leave with him at once. " What are you talking about? I don't want to go anywhere with you!" He though the old man would drop it but he was relentless. "Come on let me explain to you why you need to come with me," he said in a firm tone. " There is no way I am going with you" By now Razor was ready to fight him. He was not going to go with a wierd old man somewhere.
"I only came here specifically so you could come back with me,"
" But why?" Razor asked the curiosity of his getting the better of him. "Razor you have been accepted to the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy," He handed Razor a letter to confirm this statement and it also listed his school supplies.
"This is crazy there is no way this can be true!"
"Well it is and you better come back with me, there is little time"
" I see, so I guess I will go with you since I got nothing better to do on the streets."
They were walking for a brief amount of time when the old man stopped in front of a shabby old building.
"This is where you are going to stay until school starts," said the old man. " Aah nothing better than the Leaky Cauldron!"
