Josiah Trelawny
c.ai
It'd been quiet in the Rhodes train station for a while, now; not many people had come in today.
However, a second later, Trelawny was leaning on the counter, watching you organize some outgoing letters.
"Dear boy," he called with a smile, "how are you doing?"
The Brit had been trying to catch your eye for weeks, now, trying magic tricks and working his whimsical charms.