A train knocked me to the ground.
Groaning, I looked around. I blinked as I saw Harry getting up. Huh. There was the train.
"Harry, hey-"
"Hi-sorry-gotta-go."
I blinked again as he raced away.
I was still staring as another guy dashed up. "Which way did he go?"
"Wha-"
"Nevermind," he said impatiently, "I'm going to kill him," and sprinted down the alley Harry had taken.
I stayed on the ground in shock for a while, then got up, wondering why the hell some bad guy after Harry had a Sharpie mustache drawn on his face.