Milliways OOM: Draco & Miniver in London
Time has moved forward in London between Miniver's last visit to the church and now. Early fall has given way to early winter. A biting wind awaits the three young men as they leave Milliways, feet crunching on the thin layer of snow covering the streets. It was still early; Mass wouldn't begin for a few hours yet. This was the common routine for Miniver and Robbie: arrive early enough so that they could take Confession before Mass and communion.
Robbie smiles, his nose and cheeks already red.
He's still surprised Draco even agreed to come, though he holds little hope for the morning to pass without flippant remarks.
"Welcome to my London, Draco," he says with a little laugh before turning away from them. Robbie takes a deep breath, the cold air making him shiver, and he begins trudging toward the church.
Robbie smiles, his nose and cheeks already red.
He's still surprised Draco even agreed to come, though he holds little hope for the morning to pass without flippant remarks.
"Welcome to my London, Draco," he says with a little laugh before turning away from them. Robbie takes a deep breath, the cold air making him shiver, and he begins trudging toward the church.