Distance Between Us

VIII

    (Few Week's ago)
 In the 1920s people read news papers, more technology grew. Over production and jobs we're more able due to men at war but when Germany signed the signed an armistice agreement with the Allies on November 11, 1918. World War I was known as the “war to end all wars” because of the great slaughter and destruction it caused ended for everyone. Boys became 'Men' and left with Trauma. 
  During the war, British Minister for Magic Archer Evermonde was responsible for passing emergency legislation forbidding wizards and witches from getting involved, in an attempt to prevent mass breaches of the International Statue of Secrecy. This did not prevent thousands of wizards from discreetly aiding Muggles wherever they could.Minister Evermonde's position drew the public condemnation of Wizengamot member Henry Potter, which caused a minor stir at the time.
Rolanda Hooch's broomstick was singed by an "overzealous" anti-aircraft device sometime during the First World War.She recounted this experience to Harry Potter many decades later in 1991.
A  magizoologist you might know Newt Scamander, was part of a secret British Ministry of Magic operation to wrangle Ukrainian Ironbellies on the Eastern Front.[This programme was ultimately cancelled as the dragons tried to eat everyone other than Newt. 
The wizarding war effort in Europe included an "owl airforce," although whether it was used for deploying attacks, sending messages, surveillance, or some combination of the three is unknown.The book The Owl Airforce: True Life Tales of War in Europe by  covered the history of the airforce in detail. (Info Found On Wiki)
   But anyway one  particular man walked out of his job, in a building where Wizard and Witch journalist typed all day long or at least when their shift was over, he walked along the sidewalk  South Side, Diagon Alley his crutch tappin on the sidwalk in his ldft side  His blonde  hair slicked back. His coat on his back, his tie grew lose but he didn't care the only thing he'd knew he was free from the desk, his hands ached from the story he'd just finished typed,his leg was the least of his problems. 
   Daigons alley buzzed with men, women and children stocking up for the school year ahead.  Memorys seem to be like spirits replaying over and over again like they haven't moved in the passed ten to four years.  "What a headache?" He thought as he walked into a muggle musical theater. 
    He was greeted by his grandfather all dressed up in a tux.
                 (He's The Owner)
     "How did that date go earlier?" His grandfather asked as his hand went around his shoulder. Evan's just tried to push him off,as he wobbled up the stairs "With Larionovna?"
   "Yeah, with Larionovna?" His grandfather repeated,"She was dazed out, she could be less interested in our conversation, but she was beautiful" Mr. Evan's touched his chain. They spoke as they both walked up to an empty private box. Or almost empty. 
   A man about his age sat woth his leg going ober the balcony, sharpening his pencil. The shavings dropping on the floor below him. 
    Footsteps stomped on ths steps, one minute he's laughing author he's getting his hair pulled "Boy" the stench of alcohol in her breath, his crutch dropped dead on ths floor. "Get his shaped up"She yanked his hair evan more. She pulled it harder almost tearing out a stain, "Yas ma'am" He say showing what respect for that,Bitch he had left. 
      He moved his eyes slightly up at his grandfather, 'Help me, say somthin" Screamed in the back of his head. Bit he just stood there not moving a muscle,his left leg started to cramp. But he wasn't shocked, she let go a few seconds later,he fell on his bad leg,a surge of pain filled his nerves having his body crashing down into the bright red carpet. 
    Her orange hair with more hairspray he could smell. Her sparkling heels, tappin down the stairs. "Why did you marry her?" Evan's pulled himself up, "Huh?" Evan's fistsballed up but let go "Nevermind what would that help"He slicked back his hair back, pretending all is good in the world. But the thought of faking dug up old wounds,. He let out a deep breath. 
                          ~~♧~~
      The night was cold, smoke came put of the chimney's ahead,and his buddy's cigarette,"You shouldn't smoke" Dimitri Evans told Phineas.  Phineas looked up and Dimitri leaning om the concrete wall preventing him from splatting on the road,giving his left arm a brake from the crutch. Phineas puffed out the smoke out of his mouth, leaving him satisfied with the taste in his mouth of tobacco. "Why do you take that crap from the old hag", Dimitri looked at him with frown.  "What I'm just sayin there's this place in America called new york"  Phineas hopped on the old,sad chimney on the top of the building. "Them streets down there, they sucked the life right outta my old man. Well they ain't doin' that to me" Phineas shouted at the street just on the over side of the stone gate that separated Digons Alley with the Muggle world.  
"But everyone wants to come to London at least the people in Europe" Dimitri pointed out to his oldest friend. The largest city's in Europe was London, Paris and Moscow. 
 "You keep your small life in the big city. Give me a big life in a small town,They say folks is dyin' to get here
Me, I'm dyin' to get away
To a little town out west
That's spankin' new in America"  a sparkle, a light grew in Phineas's eyes, life came on his dark skin, his hair remained the same dull and greasy. 
"And while I ain't never been there
I can see it clear as day
If you want, I bet'cha you could see it, too" Phineas looked back st his friend with simple ideas of life sitting down where he'd had moved from.  Dimitri just thought of what's holding him here in a city with this life. "Close your eyes
Come with me
Where it's clean and green and pretty
And they went and made a city outta clay,Why, the minute that ya get there
Folks'll walk right up and say
"Welcome home, son
Welcome home to Santa Fe!"" Phineas listed all the benefits of livin in America reather than their poor life in London. 
"Plantin' crops
Splittin' rails
Swappin' tales around the fire
'Cept for Sunday when you lie around all day,Soon your friends are more like family
And they's beggin' you to stay!
Ain't that neat? livin' sweet
In Santa Fe", Dimitri looked at his leg he'd injured in the war. Phineas joined his friend where he sat,"Hey, no one worries about no gimp leg in Santa Fe. You just hop a palomino, you'll ride in style!".
   Dimitri laughed "Picture me, ridin' in style",
"Hey, I bet a few months of clean air, you could toss that crutch for good!" Phineas positively said. "Nah" Dimitri chuckled. "What's really keep'in you here?". "Phin, my job,......my mum" The bittersweet situation. "You couod bring her with you". 
"Santa Fe
You can bet
We won't let them bastards beat us
We won't beg no one to treat us fair and square
There's a life that's worth the livin'" Dimitri laughed a bit. 
"Work the land, chase the sun,
Swim the whole Rio Grande just for fun!", the dou painted a future for them. Dimitri gave in to the dream "Watch me stand!Watch me run...".
"Hey, hey...

Don't you know that we's a family?
Would I let you down?
No way
Just hold on, kid
'Til that train makes Santa Fe"
    The dream grew on them, but you'd rather dream then be a corpse walk'in