Huddled against a building across the street, Arkady nervously chewed his lip. He'd heard rumours of this place. Passing comments about a run-down nightclub that was never open, forever in disrepair. At least, that's how the others saw it. Normal people.
He saw the staircase normal people didn't see, watched the patrons normal people never knew. It was risky, for sure. But he'd put a few years behind him, so surely nobody would know? And yet, though he was desperate to return to the magical world, though he knew of no other location where wizards gathered in this city, something still kept him rooted to the nonmagical pavement.