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Post by NIKLAS FAULKNER on Jan 15, 2024 18:28:59 GMT -5
[go on a trip in a foreign country-Switzerland]
The easiest way to not be tracked down by Aurors for his hand in the murder of his father was to move in a manner that was untraceable. While the trace was not on him anymore, he was still limiting his magical travel to emergency only, which meant he was using his broom to fly where he needed to go rather than apparate. Niklas was aware that he was wanted after all and knew the only way to remain out of custody was to simply be very hard to notice.
There had been several places he had gone since Norway and Switzerland was the newest of these. Unfortunately he did not speak the language and had to rely on his ability to read signs from buildings to guess what they were or rely on English speakers to help him. Thus far, it had gone fairly well, but today, he found himself at a park called Platzspitz. It had seemed a nice enough place to pause and take stock of where he was and where he had to go. Perhaps if he asked someone and hoped they spoke French.
"Excusez-moi, savez-vous où se trouve l'Auberge de Jeunesse de Zurich?" The words were stilted and mispronounced but close enough to be understood, should the woman he approached even know French. In this country, there were four national languages, only one of which he had any knowledge of. And that was only because he had been in France not too long and had been forced to learn at least basic directional questions. If he wanted to get where he was going, he really had to adapt, which was, surprisingly, easier than school had ever been.
Post by HELEN MCBRIDE on Jan 21, 2024 23:11:00 GMT -5
Her job was never boring. It wasn’t even a job, or at least what she assumed other jobs were like. Most of her time was spent covered in dirt, dodging fireballs, and watching eggs hatch. Her job was why she’d been running around Europe. Sleep-deprived and covered in dirt, she’d been chasing a hatchling across Europe. It had escaped, for reasons unknown. She liked to think it was because it wanted to see the world or had wanted a break from its mother. Had it not had the survival instincts of a flobberworm, she would have let it. When she’d been younger, she’d always wished someone had let her – only she hadn’t been the size of a large van or capable of breathing fire.
Groaning in frustration she lowered her charmed binoculars and put her hands through her already messy hair. There had been reports that it had been seen in the area, and once again she was either too late or following nothing. A dragon hiding out in Platzspitz park had been a stretch. She’d wanted it to be true if only to catch the giant demon and go home. The binoculars helped her see further into the air, and if any of the muggles noticed, she’d tell them she was birdwatching.
Slightly frustrated at her lack of progress, she was almost glad to have another problem on her hands. A language barrier. Ugh. Her French was not the greatest. She knew he was asking her where some hostel was, but answering him was
“Erm… Je parle juste…. un peu Français. Parlez-vous Anglais?” Asking him if he spoke English was probably in her top three French expressions. Embarrassing as it was, saying her name and announcing that she was a girl were the other two. She had her cellphone with her. If all else failed she could use it to translate for her.
NIKLAS FAULKNER I speak just a little French. Do you speak English?
Post by NIKLAS FAULKNER on Jan 25, 2024 21:47:00 GMT -5
"Anglais. Yes, yes I do." There was quite a bit of relief in his voice hearing that she spoke English, even if it had taken him some time to mentally translate what she said. Running into someone who spoke English was not necessarily a strange thing, but he was glad to hear someone else struggling with French. He was far from fluent in the language and had been struggling to get by with those who did speak it and, well, those who would stop to. Niklas had a look to him that put people off, and always had.
"I am glad you speak English, I am not a fluent speaker of French." Uncertainly if this lady was magical or not he tried to keep his head down like he was looking over the map which had, thus far, been unhelpful. "I am looking for the youth hostel...but I have only managed to become turned around. I was hoping that you might be able to point me in the correct direction?" For some time he had been bouncing place to place to keep under the radar. Hardly any magical people came looking in the Muggle areas he had even frequenting.
Post by HELEN MCBRIDE on Mar 31, 2024 10:33:28 GMT -5
“Well thank God for that. I mean, not that it’s a bad thing to speak French. My mum wanted me to learn, then I got accepted into a school where French was the least of my worries. But… that’s not what you asked.” Plus, she didn’t know if he was a muggle. Explaining she’d learned how to blast holes in walls instead of French probably wouldn’t go over well. Her mum knew she was a witch and had still banned all magic in the house.
“I’m not really from around here, but I do have a phone. Mum made me get that too.” It was far more reliable than magical forms of communication anyway. Some things in the muggle world were way better. She’d even convinced most of her colleagues to get them. The only downside was when they were in magical hotspots. Her phone did not like magic as much as she did.
“It has a map, so if you let me know the name, I think I can draw a path on your map.” A map he seemed to like far too much. She didn't think he'd looked at her even once. Was he shy, or did she look like a weirdo again? Giving herself a once over, she didn't think she looked that bad. Sure her hair was a mess, but at least she'd showered the night before. Normally she was covered in dirt. Messy hair and dark circles were an upgrade.
Post by NIKLAS FAULKNER on Apr 11, 2024 19:03:33 GMT -5
Niklas understood well the wants of parents. His own had expected more of him than he could have ever accomplished. The man had been suffocating on his best days and terrifying on his worst, and he felt no regret or remorse for having ended him. He did not mention any of this, of course, not knowing how much this person may or may not know. If only a Muggle there was a high chance they did not know who they were speaking to, and if they were part of the magical community it all depended on if they read the papers. "A phone."
That was the one thing that still baffled him about Muggle life and he had never gotten the hand of using them. Especially not the mobile ones with the screens one touched. If she offered it to him he knew whatever cover he did have would be blown, for the only people who were technology ignorant tended to be in the magical world. Uncertainly he decided to hand the map over because otherwise he would be sleeping outside tonight. "It is called the Zurich Youth Hostel, I am not sure if that is the name written on this map but if you can find it on yours I would appreciate the help."
