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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2018 22:56:18 GMT -7
Everywhere seems to have its own personality about it. America and the city Lars had been living in over there wasn’t bad in anyway but it just didn’t feel right to him as he was there. He didn’t feel like it was home no matter how hard he tried or his family attempted to convince him otherwise. They kept saying he would get used to it or find something he enjoyed but in the few years he spent in America it just never did become home. Yet he had only been back in Europe a few months and everything just felt right. Possibly because he never connected with anything in America that made it feel like where he wanted to be. Europe was where he wanted to be and even if he was hiding that from himself while with his family, the notion was still in his heart.
In the few months that seemed to fly by he just didn’t find much time to do anything besides get life sorted out. It began with him not telling anyone he was coming back to Europe in fear he would just end up going back to America is he couldn’t find a Quidditch team or a job. Once he did thankfully join a team he had to find a place to stay and get everything sorted out there. In the whirlwind of moving and meeting his team was practice and practice games. Life was as hectic as could be but Lars enjoyed every moment of it. Telling himself he would owl everyone he was back when he actually had time. Still it was always on his mind, he missed the people he had considered friends since he left Europe. He just didn’t want to tell people and not have time to spend with them.
Lars was currently in Diagon alley, it wasn’t much of a break from running around either setting up his home or training. Yet he had found sometime to relax while he ordered new Quidditch gear. He hadn’t been paying attention to much as he sat near the Quidditch shop. Yet Lars did notice people kept looking at him, he was possibly looking too serious again and thought he was giving them a dirty look. Yet that thought was quickly abandoned after he smelled the faint hint of menthol cigarettes. It was a rare scent in the magical world as not to many in this community seemed to smoke. Lars’ mind wandered to Dana as that was the type she smoked when she would hide away during his seventh year. He laughed at the thought that it might be her, doubting it till he saw a familiar blonde walking down the alley smoking and he smiled to himself for a moment.Lars decided to follow and once he was closer finally spoke up. “Miss, are you aware smoking is bad for you?” Lars attempted to tease for a moment but it came out in his serious tone as always. Prepared for if she might remember his voice or get annoyed at a stranger till she noticed it was him.