Harry & The Foxtail

o7 | deliquus

o7

d e l i q u u s

missing, lacking, wanting

THE WIND WAS blowing in Sofia's pink curls, covering her face and getting in her sight as she walked on the pavement of Blackfriars Bridge. She turns her head and stops walking to look out from the Bridge and almost directly in her line of sight was the city walk— which I still haven't been on she thinks — and St Paul's Cathedral, and Millennium Bridge a little further on and she squinted her eyes to see Shakespeare's Globe. Then in the far distance her brown eyes found London Bridge. Sofia smiled at the familiar pointy top of the shard then she looked down at the murky Thames water underneath the Bridge.

"Just where is this portal?" She murmurs to herself. She felt a surge of guilt as she remembers that Harry was at home and probably wondering where she was—he'd called earlier, but she didn't pick up as she knew he'd scold her and she didn't want to hear his nagging over the phone.

She'd spent two hours walking up and down the pavements of Blackfriars Bridge, walking to the end, crossing the road and walking up and down it again on the other side. Every time she got on the pavement she'd stop and look over the bridge to see if there was a portal underneath any of the red arches holding the Bridge up.

"I've spent too much time here..." She says looking at the Thames and shook her head before walking towards the station. She opts on walking to Waterloo Station and catches the northern line home. On her walk toward the station, it had started to rain heavily, soaking pink hair to her head and vintage clothes to her body. By the time Sofia exited Old Street Station, it was already dark outside and she sighed at the nagging that awaited her at home.

Fifteen minutes later when Sofia reached her shared flat, she hung her keys on the pegs attached the corridor wall for coats. She shook her wet hair and ran her hand through it. "Urgh damn London weather." She had said walking into the kitchen and putting the kettle on for a cuppa and got a mug from the cupboard. She was looking forward to warming herself up. As the kettle boiled the water she looked around in curiosity of the impending earful from her younger brother, but he hadn't appeared in front of her yet. Odd she thinks.

She then makes her herbal tea and walks into the living room with it. She takes a sip of it as she sits on the sofa. "Just what I needed," she smiles behind the mug's rim. Still no Harry... I better give him a call she thinks. She picks up her phone and sees she's been left a voicemail.

She calls the voicemail provider and hears her brother's voice filled her ears. "Where are you, sis? Where are you? Please call me when you get this, I'm worried about you." Sofia's lips tug upwards slightly, finding her brothers concern for her touching. She presses the call back button, and it rings and rings and rings.

Sofia's head slowly turned to the left, her eyes dropped to the muffled vibrating of the orange cushion on the sofa. She reaches out, slowly and lifts it. The vibrating ring no longer muffled the sound fills the room, touching her very bones. Something's wrong she thinks. "Why would Harry leave his phone? He never leaves his phone and especially since he's left me that voicemail too- he told me to call him asap." Her eyebrows furrowed in thought, as she lets her eyes trail to something peeking under the other cushion— Her laptop. "Oh shit," she says as she grabs it, laying it open on the sofa.

Her eyes widen in shock as she sees what page the laptop was open on... her forum website... and it was open on the last chat she was on... "The Portal Spottings #2".

"Harry is obviously not here, he's gone, but what if he read this? The laptop was inside the drawer in the corner of the room where I'd left it. He must've looked through my history and found this—damn my Harry sure knows me well, too well sometimes—what... no. What if he went to Blackfriars Bridge to look for me?" Sofia says to her mug sat on the coffee table in front of her knees, hand gestures and all. "It'd make sense as to why he isn't here, but Harry leaving his phone behind? I don't know... but if he's gone... he'd be there now," she says concluding her rambling.