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If you're here, you must be walking along the dark and dubious alleyways of Knockturn Alley, and the area around it. I hope you know what you're doing.
Oh, a few feet away, inside that cardboard box.... that's not a wounded Rhino, that's Rowle snoring and sleeping off his normal drunken stupor. Unrecognizable from his Death Eater days, Rowle's now no more than a filthy, drunken hobo. Pretty much the biggest damned hobo you'll ever see, but a hobo none the less.
Once he went walking through a forest, and some muggles mistook him for Big Foot. They were found a few hours later, tied up together in a pretty revealing position with their shoelaces, all of their things ransacked, babbling about what they'd seen. Maybe someone would have believed them if the ground hadn't been littered with empty alcohol bottles, and if Larry hadn't been so well known for having a rope fetish.
Thorfinn's hair has grown out long, revealing its natural reddish-blonde colour, and his beard has grown even longer, perhaps rivaling even Dumbledore's. He no longer seems to care about anything other than booze.
If I were you, I'd turn around and go back the way you came, to not wake him. He may not have his wand, but his fists are still something to contend with.
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Rowle.. I'm so sorry. *Still looking horrified* I know you're only lashing out...
Well, you go ahead and think that, Rowle. Limit your own emotions and try to fit them in neat little boxes. Until you try to sleep tonight and can't stop thinking about everything I'm trying to do for you, and everything you COULD be if you put any bloody effort into it.
*Throws her hands up helplessly*
*Sighs, bored of the situation, standing up to leave, giving one last glance around the alley* Have fun with your diseases, then... *Walk back down the alley- there were much more fun things in this city than a drunken old Death Eater, especially considering it was such a nice day. The park would be an ideal place to visit*