Lin sat in a dark, quiet ally. Leaning against the cracking wall, she closed her eyes and listened to the sirens and horns that came from the street nearest to the ally. She pulled her black cloak's hood on, waiting for her ticket to safety.
"Hello? Mug-blood?" Came from a cracking, soft voice from the corner.
Lin sighed, "If you are going to say it, say it correctly."
"But where's the fun in that? I'm not insulting, simply looking for you."
"So where is it? The safe haven?"
"... Huh? Oh. You have your broom, right?"
"No. It got snapped in half on the way over."
"God. I'm not even going to ask. Either way, common."
"Hello? Mug-blood?" Came from a cracking, soft voice from the corner.
Lin sighed, "If you are going to say it, say it correctly."
"But where's the fun in that? I'm not insulting, simply looking for you."
"So where is it? The safe haven?"
"... Huh? Oh. You have your broom, right?"
"No. It got snapped in half on the way over."
"God. I'm not even going to ask. Either way, common."