Post by CAMERON CLARKE on Aug 15, 2023 23:26:46 GMT -5
Cameron walked towards the next house, checking a piece of parchment for the address before checking the numbers along the way. While expected (a note from the Ministry was rarely ignored after all) that an official was coming for a few questions, he preferred a practical approach. The outside of a place told much about it's owners and being hidden in amongst other places often spoke of a cautious nature. Or darker. While there were few wizarding homes not hidden in amongst muggle neighbors, there was still something rather fascinating about each one's take on it.
Stopping a few numbers away, he glanced back and forth, taking in not the neighborhood (which he had already noticed) but the immediate neighbors. There was no one outside at this moment, a couple of neat yards and flower bushes, but nothing which made him pick one out amongst the others. Sometimes those with a more upturn of nose (like his father in the early years) made their home stand out instead of hidden, as if they were more important then others really. He wasn't sure which way worked better in the long run, though he knew from his own simple apartment he didn't fit either category.
But then again his stomach had chosen to be in the middle of a string of restaurants. Teenage appetite still made a big difference to his choices after all. Predictable so, though his friends might have guessed him to be living in the middle of the red district of Amsterdam. So he liked flirting; sometimes it got him into some special beds after all! But that didn't mean he went wenching every week like some muggle high borns did. Shaking his head at the memory, he bent to the sidewalk and rolled a die from his pocket, noted the number, then stood and approached his destination...
