Older but not wiser

[Frederick Drubsky]

The younger Drubsky had come back to London,not sure why he was back but he had arrive. Fred preferred to stay away from places that he was known to frequent so not to expose himself.But somehow,he would always end up at the same places,he had frequent when he was younger.The boy still had big disregard for life, he still live on the edge even though he had gotten older.For him,life was about taking risk and living through those risks no matter what the consequences were.That's how we got the nickname Fearless Fred because he would do things people thought it be impossible.

The boy looked around London making sure nobody was following as he walked down the streets.Sure,he was still be paranoid but that was part of his personality.Fred put his hand inside of his robes holding his wand just case in.The last thing he wanted to do was get into a fight in the middle of the street but he was going do it if necessary.No matter how many times he ended at St.Mungos,Fred was not going change who he was.

He quietly entered the Red Star Lounge and looked around to make sure,nobody recognized him.The boy walked to the bar and ordered fire whiskey.Fred took a seat and just sat as he watch a Quidditch game, how much he wished that Norway had not gotten elimniated from the Cup.He took sip of his whiskey as he sat there quietly.

[Sesshy Wood]

While her outward appearance showed serious concern for every patient she had faced today, there was a feeling of accomplishment and excitement running through her veins. Most recently the attacks were increasing, sending a lot of patients to St. Mungo's. The reason for her excitement came from the knowledge that she had previously taken part in their current conditions. There was no remorse for what she had done, but her view of bad versus evil turned topsy-turvy when she lost her memory of whom she was in the past. All sense of right and wrong or light and dark left her the moment she fled the hospital bed with Demala and met him.

For the past year, hundreds of patients have come and gone through her care. While healing their wounds, she would also modify a part of their memory while he did the rest. No one would have guessed that Sesshy was behind it besides a few that were under his control. Today was just another ordinary day, but successful since several patients would return home tomorrow. Sesshy went to the staff locker room where she dressed out of her scrubs while humming a happy tune. As soon as she left that hospital, she would resume to her daily life until night time when she went out on the prowl for victims.

Her high heel pumps tapped on the cobble sidewalks of London as she was on her way to The Red Star Lounge. She regularly stops by after work to ease her mind with a drink or two. Also there was a quidditch game on the television and she would like to see who was winning. Although Sesshy never particularly gave a damn about the sport before, it grew on her in a bar setting with loud jeering and the smell of cigarette butts and alcohol. She entered inside and took one glance around before approaching the counter. Sesshy didn't recognize the man beside her as Frederick, but he was part of the past that she doesn't remember. "Black Russian and a shot of firewhiskey," she ordered to the bartender. Looking up at the screen, she looked for the scores but the channel was on commercial. "Oi, what are the scores so far on the game?" She asked the man next to her while helping herself to the bowl of popcorn and peanuts on the counter.