TR RP for yoursarahjane
The thing that Harry really liked most about the island was the proximity of the beach to his hut. Presumably it had been someone else's hut originally, but as long as it was a place to sleep, he didn't care about that.
What he did care about was the strangeness of this place. It looked like a peaceful desert island, but by all accounts was anything but. The recent murders were unsettling, it was true, but at least they were things that happened at home too. If not usually quite as close by.
No, it was the things that had to be impossible that were a bit harder to cope with. To be fair it had taken him a little while to accept the police call box that was bigger on the inside and could travel anywhere in time and space, but at least that was something he'd seen with his own eyes. Mind you, he'd be perfectly happy if he never saw first hand anything from his past coming back to haunt him. Or whatever it was they did. He wasn't entirely clear on the details, and was quite happy with that situation just at the moment.
Mostly, he was trying not to think about any of it. The sun was warm, the sea was cool and he'd rolled his trousers up to the knee, exposing his white legs to the water. As he thought and looked out at the horizon, he didn't take much notice of the way the sand shifted under his feet with the waves.
What he did care about was the strangeness of this place. It looked like a peaceful desert island, but by all accounts was anything but. The recent murders were unsettling, it was true, but at least they were things that happened at home too. If not usually quite as close by.
No, it was the things that had to be impossible that were a bit harder to cope with. To be fair it had taken him a little while to accept the police call box that was bigger on the inside and could travel anywhere in time and space, but at least that was something he'd seen with his own eyes. Mind you, he'd be perfectly happy if he never saw first hand anything from his past coming back to haunt him. Or whatever it was they did. He wasn't entirely clear on the details, and was quite happy with that situation just at the moment.
Mostly, he was trying not to think about any of it. The sun was warm, the sea was cool and he'd rolled his trousers up to the knee, exposing his white legs to the water. As he thought and looked out at the horizon, he didn't take much notice of the way the sand shifted under his feet with the waves.