Muggle Watching ::open::

[talia michelle quinn]

Talia had found an empty stool in the rather crowded cafe and had taken to watching the people bustling around her, a pale pink slice of cake sitting on a dainty little plate in front of her. It was mid-afternoon; morning practice was always the worst, leaving her sore and tired way too early for her liking, but visiting the little cafe always raised her spirits. She'd sit down and watch the Muggles, maybe talk to one of them for a little bit, and enjoy the pastries and coffee they served. It had become a routinely thing, almost - Talia would stop by the cafe in the morning or afternoon, and then spend any free time she had later in the evening in a pub. It had been awhile since her last trip here.

Between practicing for upcoming Quidditch matches and meeting with the Order of the Phoenix, Talia hadn't found much time to go people, or more appropriately, muggle watching in London as of late. Everything was getting increasingly difficult for her, what with learning her brother was apart of the Death Eaters now - it had been about three years since she had last talked to him, and she had mixed feelings of his new status. It wasn't exactly surprising, but it was all a tad confusing. She was apart of the Order now, and as she thought about it more and more, she felt she needed to contact him. At the same time, she had no idea what good that would do. It was unlikely she'd be able to convince him to change his ways, but wasn't it worth trying? At this point, she wasn't too eager to try to contact him just yet.

But between the internal debate, Quidditch, and the Order, she'd finally gotten a break from it all. Talia had never been accustomed to so much work and no play - her years at Hogwarts had been a lot different, with days filled with slacking off and pushing everything to the side in exchange for a couple of drinks down at the Three Broomsticks. She wouldn't dare ditch her responsibilities with the Order, though, and spending so much time practicing new plays with Puddlemere United wasn't bothersome at all.

She'd just gotten done with a bout of practice, and despite the ache in her bones from a bludger to the side and the sleep pulling at her eyelids, Talia had decided she'd visit one of her favorite places in Muggle London - Sun Dance Cafe. Non-magical folk had always been interesting to her. Talia loved to come and watch them, to observe their odd, offbeat customs. It seemed she learned something new about them nearly everyday, yet most of their culture was still a complete mystery to her. A lot of their ways confused her, just as much as they would be confused by hers, she supposed. Everything seemed a lot more difficult for them, living without magic and all. It was rather annoying that she couldn't flat out question them about their lives with suspicion rising, so she had to settle for observing them from a safe distance.

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[logan james davenport]

It was time for him to leave the house, the full moon was the night before last. So he looked tired and ill at the moment because of that fact, it was normally for a werewolf to be tired and look ill after the full moon. The day before and after that the werewolf feels ill as well as look like it, so Logan had spent the whole day yesterday in his house curled up on his bed as he recovered. There was new scars and cuts on his face as well as other areas of his body since he locked himself in the basement of his house. He always did that since he got married to Syrena for he didn't want to have her become like him. It was bad enough that she was a vampire, the last thing that either one would need was for her to en a werewolf. Logan wasn't worried about her turning him into a vampire for he knows of how she feels about turning people. Before that, Logan would be with his pack when he transform, he does that at times when he spend time with his pack by himself.

At the moment, Logan was in muggle London and the only reason he was in muggle London was because he needed to get out of the house. There was also a chance he may find a werewolf or a vampire that he could have them join the children of the moon. Logan wasn't sure if he would come across one or not, he would be able to tell if he comes across either a werewolf or a vampire. For the werewolf would look like what he does or he could smell blood in the air, Logan had got use to smelling blood in the air at his home due to Syrena. Both Logan and Syrena were the leaders of the children of the moon, each one fitted perfectly into those roles, for they were both fighters. But Syrena was the one with the plans and the ideas while Logan was the strength and the spirit of the group. Logan had dragged himself out of his thoughts as he entered the sun dance cafe, he walked over to the counter and order coffee.