A Stranger Returns

[Kage]

Fame is all about front doors and gauntlets of paparazzi, mine is about side exits and fire escapes.

Indeed, those were the boy's thoughts as he walked the weathered path towards the Entrance Hall. Normally, he would have returned by appearing at the Tunnels first, but some.... inner sense of honor dictated him appearing here first.

Pushing aside the weathered wooden doors, Kage Akira slowly re-entered the School he had been away from for so long. Briefly, he remembered when he had entered almost a year and a half earlier, with a haughty air, and his trusted familiar Hunter upon his shoulder. Briefly, Kage smiled as he thought of his feathered friend, now surely winging his way over the land, wherever he may roam.

Kage was dressed for life on the move; walking boots, black cargo pants, and a white sleeveless shirt beneath a black cargo jacket. Over one shoulder was a casually slung rucksack, which seemed smaller than one might believe, supported by his left hand. In his right he held a simple walking stick, looking like it had been taken straight from a tree.

"Well.... it certainly is different." He said, gazing about the Hall.

[Kiara Malfoy]

“Different is a matter of opinion I’d say.” Came a quiet voice to his right, where a girl stood, leaning against a wall and watching him as he walked so casually in through the doors of her home away from hell.

Kiara remembered Kage from a long time ago, though certainly, it had been but a year it still seemed as though it had been a thousand, since she had spoken to him and yet another thousand, since the night when he had indeed saved her life, and even had he not known she knew, she did all the same and she had never thanked him for it. Perhaps now, might be the right time, perhaps.

There wasn’t much else to say at the moment, hell, she didn’t even know if he’d remember who she was, but either way, it made no difference, he was here, and so was she and so, she decided to say something. She hoped however that perhaps there would be some semblance of recognition In those intense eyes of his once he looked over to see who had spoken.