Our friendly neighborhood Ninja Harry Potter walked into his room, and dropped the scrying spell he constantly used. He locked his door and headed over to the duffel he'd tossed into his closed a couple days ago and took out his
costume. He examined the tunic itself sighing at its state of disrepair.
"Guess I'll have to make a new one," Sean said to himself as he carefully folded the costume. He then examined his mask.
I wonder what she would've said if I'd told her the truth?He turned the mask in his hands before putting it on and falling back onto his bed staring at the ceiling.
((Open thread))