User blog:Noah Ricepudding/Hi

It's 8pm at a busy English airport, a loud speaker breaks through the hubub announcing the platform has changed. Freezing passengers rush from one platform to another with heavy suitcases bouncing across the tarmac.

Puffing and panting they reach the train just as the doors slide smoothly open to reveal a man with a furrowed brow sat in the gangway, frantically tapping at his laptop chanting 'Broom, Lollypop, cauldron, apple!'

Oblivous to the crowd of people gingerly trying to clamber over him, this half-crazed man was lost deep in the Darkwood.