The child stepped out into the dry heat of the world. The theater

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The child stepped out into the dry heat of the world. The theater wasn’t that far, but the city had become something of a maze in recent years. He looked down the twisted streets that wound out of sight in both directions and weighed his options. Deciding that time was more important than complete confidence, the child spun on his heel to the left, stared down the mile high abandoned spacesave factories that were his only landmark, and started off, hoping he would find his route along the way.

On the other side of the city, in a cavernous old style bathroom, Severous Snape sat at a porcelain desk by the enterance. There was shelf behind him that contained boardgames from all walks of life, Monopoly to Candy Land to Life itself.
And so he had sat, for how long he wasn’t sure. He felt somewhat one dimensional, as if half remembered.
The vibrations of the room signaled the march of the Fox fanfare above- the next show was beginning! His musings interrupted, he turned slightly to face the soon-to-be rush of people that would be needing the facility, and as he did so couldn’t help but again think he had not been born to sit in this chair.