Thread: Bombs Fall, Witches Burn (TheSilentProtagonist and Vi)

Alexander King finds himself adjusting to the apocalypse rather well, all things considered. He misses the luxuries of his old life, like stable sources of food and running water, but all things considered, he is still better off than most people, even in this new state of the world. Hes always kept in good shape, and having worked security back when something like that still had a point, he is rather well equipped to handle himself in a fight. The mans Mediterranean features seem to be a bit more prominent now thanks to the amount of time hes spending out in the sun, and his once short cut black hair has grown out quite a bit. Scratching at his chin, Alex thinks that he could really use a shave soon. It wasnt a full on beard yet, and the rugged look could be considered sexy, but he prefers to keep his face clean when possible. Stopping to take a sip of water from his canteen, Alex turns to his traveling companion. So hey, know of any spell that lets me handle grooming? He asks. The slightly shorter blond man fixes a hard gaze right into Alexs brown eyes, the message coming through loud and clear. If he did, then hed have already used it himself. Right, magic doesnt work like its supposed to. Alex says with a laugh. It had been the excuse Draco used every time a spell failed to work or did something completely different than what he intended. Well, Alex isnt complaining too much. The whole world seemed to have gotten turned on its head. Hell, its probably the reason why he started showing his own signs of magical power. Oh yeah, thats definitely been the biggest plus to this whole end of the world thing. Alex loved fantasy stuff and hes not ashamed to admit that he used to pretend he was a wizard. Now the 27 year old man is living one of the dreams hes had since he was five. He does wish it hadnt come at the cost that it had, of course, hes trying to make lemonade. Alex is pulled from his thought by a sound of something scraping by in the woods. Inferi! Draco shouts, taking out and clutching his wand. Alex isnt sure why he would, since magic is unreliable at the moment and wands dont even seem to be needed, but he figures its an instinctive thing. To a wizard, a wand is their most valuable tool, an extension of themselves. To go from relying on that for ones entire life to just throwing it away isnt exactly easy. Besides, as Alex draws his own weapon, a rather hefty What good will that do? Draco asks, being right of course. Inferi did not play by zombie movie rules. A shot to the head didnt really stop them. I could ask you the same thing. Alex says, pointing at the wand before looking around. Come on, this way! He shouts, running in the opposite direction of the sounds. Soon the duo are running up a hill towards the only source of safety they can find, a small cabin nestled at the top. Up there, Alex looks around slowly, creeping under the windows. There are plenty of trigger happy people in the world, after all. Leaning up, Alex peaks through the glass, his eyes widening as he does. A couple of blonde cuties. He whispers to Draco, the wizard just rolling his eyes in response. I kinda feel like the odd man out here now. Alex peaks again, his eyes going even wider before quickly dropping. One of them used magic! He says eagerly, not bothering to hide the excitement in his voice. That seems to get Dracos attention. The blonde wizard had already lost so much, even before the apocalypse. For the longest time, hed been worried that his magic was lost forever. It was the only thing he truly had, his pride in being a wizard. The depression before realizing that simply the rules had changed left him almost incapable of acting. Hes determined to familiarize himself with his magic again though. His pride wouldnt let him settle for anything else. The chance encounter with Alex at least gave him someone to travel with, even if that someone was a muggle. He could make do. Well, he isnt technically a muggle, not anymore at least. Hes a mudblood though. No, a muggle born, Draco corrects himself in his head. Too much has happened in his life time, too much has changed for him to keep using that term. Old habits die hard, but he needs to move past it. Alex is proving a useful ally, after all, no matter the circumstances of his birth or how he got his magic. Theres no denying that the black haired man can get grating though. He always seemed to have a joke on hand, and had absolutely no qualms about flirting with everyone and everything he meets, including Draco himself. So hearing that theres a couple of cute girls in the cabin only earns some exasperation from Draco. Hearing that one of them used magic though, this he has to see. The wizard runs to the window, looking through it. His brow furrows for a moment before he shouts out in realization. Lovegood! He exclaims so loudly that theres no way the two girls would have missed it.