bitchoswald:

      _{[ Damn you, Rory. —- Can’t even give reliable directions via text. 
              She thought, wishing her friend wasn’t all the way across the Atlantic, visiting some bloody relatives in America, whom he apparently hadn’t seen since their last trip to England for his dad’s funeral.
              Abigail entered her password again, which was 231189, tapping on her messages again, rereading the directions Rory had sent her, a slight frown on her face as she looked up at the street sign, cursing under her breath. ]}

                            _{“What? —- Oh, West Street.”}

                                                 <sub>West street? 

            And this is him pretending he knows where that is. West street.. why had he not heard of such a street before? Had he simply fallen asleep when it was being taught? Or was it not in Muggle studies? To be honest, he would never have known either way. 

                                                                      “Oh." 

                          His response was short– clearly still confused.

         Now it seems he had forgotten where he was supposed to go in the first place.</sub>