Yulia, Night Watch Pentology, thatbarways

[ashenmuses]

There is a young sorceress sitting at the bar, strawberry milkshake firmly in hand. Not that she looks particularly like a sorceress capable of untangling threads of magic and potential - rather, she looks like (and is) a thirteen-year-old girl dressed in jeans, sneakers, and a loose blue sweater. There is a grey parka bundled up on the stool next to her, lined with fake fur with a pair of gloves resting on them.

Moscow in February can be cold, shockingly enough.

Not that Yulia is concerned about the weather, or indeed all of those tangled shades of magic that Milliways has. Rather, she is glaring at the discman on the bar, as if it might spontaneously start working again.

Well it might, okay.