Tessa, Jem and Will meandered through the streets of London on one particularly miserable Sunday morning. Although this was a pastime frequently undertaken by Jem and Tessa, the company of William was a pleasant, if slightly awkward, surprise. He had come barreling down the grand staircase of the entrance hall to the institute, pulling on his dark overcoat, as Jem was fastening Tessa’s cloak, and, without inquiring their destination, announced that he was joining them. So, the unlikely party set, with particular direction in mind, off into the mist.
"lovely weather we’re having." Tess remarked as Jem helped her over a large puddle.
"Indeed," he agreed, a mischievous grin spreading across his face, ‘Lovely weather for ducks that is."
Will, who had barely spoken since they left, snapped his head up and, seraph blade in hand, whirled into a battle stance.
"Where?" He cried. frantic, head whipping from left to right quite humorously.
Jem and Tessa roared with laughter as