Year/Job
Lead Singer and Guitarist for Echoes of Betrayal
Blake
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Post by Mickey Chevalier on May 4, 2024 11:41:56 GMT -8
Despite his looks, Mickey was not a fighter, and for once he was glad to have Leto walking a few paces behind him. This place, Knockturn Alley, didn't exactly scream welcome. His hands tucked into his jacket pockets, he walked the streets with an air of caution. He'd made a list of local dueling clubs, and despite protests from Harry, Mickey had decided to travel to Knockturn Alley. He didn't think his mother would be one of these unsavory types, even if she did say she got into a lot of fights as a kid. Maybe that was why she'd picked up dueling. He had this picture in his head that she was married to some nice businessman, and they had three kids together. Wouldn't it be nice to have some biological siblings? His mother had given him up to continue her life as a duelist, so he doubted she'd changed professions. Maybe her beau had bought her a studio and she was teaching young duelist to be great. He couldn't imagine that she didn't have a good life. He often wondered if she had blue eyes like him, or if he'd inherited that gene from his father. Did she have brown hair or a different color? He kept his hair dyed black, but he doubted she did the same. She was a farm girl, so he was thinking brunette or blond. Maybe that was stupid, but she hadn't left him a picture, so he was using his imagination.
He turned down another street, this one feeling more ominous than the next. He took a glance over his shoulder, Leto was still there. Good. Mickey paused and pulled a piece of paper from his pocket. It was filled with names that were scratched out. He glanced up at the name on the sign. This was the next place. He felt his heart pounding in his chest. He'd rehearsed a thousand times what he'd say when he met Korinna Chevalier in person, but it all sounded wrong. Who wanted to here, 'Hello ma'am, my name is Mickey, I think I'm your son.' It sounded dumb. He went to open the door, but it swung wide before he could reach the handle. Someone came bolting through the door, knocking Mickey clean off his feet. He landed on the ground hard, winded, and confused. Leto was next to him half a second later, but the fleeing man was gone. Mickey looked up to see someone standing in the doorway. What the hell was wrong with people?
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