Hogsmead Village

She tilted her head to the side, towards him, a lazy, content look crossing her features. "Hmm."

'But you'll be safe with me, I can promise you that.' He insisted, assuming a relaxed posture.

"Duh, I know that. And odds are, I'll be the one saving your ass ninety per cent of the time." She grinned cheekily.

'I'll let you believe that..' He teased in response. 'Although I like being a knight.'

"Honey, we both know that I'd kick ass. Let's not argue about that, because we both know it's true."

'I could totally kick your butt.' He insisted, still humouring her.

Joachim searched fruitlessly for several days for Cynder. He had to find his surrogate sister, to help stop the nightmare he had unwittingly brought to his adopted fathers doorstep.

Hogsmead was a place familiar to Cynder and Pitch. And a welcome place, as well.

The Nightmare King was recovering from his wounds, still, the injuries patched with a sticky, oily black substance.



They didn't talk much. Pitch seemed unwilling to do so, and Cynder complied to his desires.

For now, they sat quietly at a table, with the man staring blankly into the crowds of people, and Cynder sketching quietly.

By good fortune alone, the con man found them, "hey Cynda!" He yelled out to get her attention.

The sound of voices were drowned out by Cynder, as she drew. But hearing such a familiar voice call out her name....

Lifting her head, the girl looked about the people until she saw that familiar face.
A great grin spread over her lips, and she gave a wave.
Pitcch only then seemed to realize that someone was seeking them, and he, too, searched for the being who Cynder was greeting.

The sight of Joa made him flinch away, golden eyes narrowing to slits of hate.

"Cynda... Ya gotta come back. This douche stain too!"
He said gesturing to Pitch.

The urgency in Joa's tone set Cynder off quite a bit.
Her eyes narrowed, and she gave a scowl.

"Come back? TO the... underground? Joa, what happened?"


Pitch's face was marked with a scowl as he glowered after the shapeshifter.

"It's Enzo, he's taken over everything! He's got Ged, and I don't wanna know how long it takes before he gets his fan club to move in!"

"Only way he stops is of ya and him go back!"

Instantly, Cynder rose. Her sketchbook closed and was tucked tightly in her bag, though her eyes were dark with concern.
She looked to Pitch, who was now watching them with a disconnected interest.
His eyes traced down to something in his hands.


"... Joa.. I don't think Koz is ready--..."

"I don't give a shit about him. We hand him to Enzo, our problems are over!"

That's how street life worked, when it's you or the other guy, you pick you... Every time.

Pitch glanced back, upward, his eyes blank, thoughtftul.

Cynder shifted, protectively, toward him.

She was torn.

".... Joa... I can't just...--"

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