no lots of good points as arthurs section has expanded alot since the first iteration with the introduction of his son and the expansion of harry and matilda's plot point, the reason for this though is that the story is about a society liek our own and its affected by these poeple and thier powers. the scale is intentionally small because i am trying to show a sort of imbalance in peoples lives becuase of these elite and these mages. its not like harry potter where the wizards hide from mortals, normal everyday people are ruled by these exceptional people and feel dwarfed by them. the cop story is a good way for me to show this because these are normal people and the justice system is affected not only by edicvts fromt he mage community, which they rebel against slightly, but by the network(who will be expanded upon). with the network we have a shadowy organistaion modelled on soemthing i dont want to mention but should be fairly obvious soon enough.
if you read a few more chapters the exceptionals crash into these people head on and we can see just how fragile the society is. then again later in the book, we get a good idea of how people cope.
i will look into matilda and harry's first scene, she is a kidn of impulsive character, and she might act sweetness and light but shes a tough wee cookie. ill trim down the monologues too as i dont like them myself but its hard not too right them as when you start typing it just feels like a good idea ot mention stuff constantly and before you know it theres three paragraphs that shouldnt be there

i meant to remove those she said he said bull**** so ill get on it.
by chance are you reading the version split into parts??
the section with merlin, i do describe him
The man before him was a tall, gangly creature, dressed in faded and torn jeans with an old leather jacket and a tatty hooded top underneath. His face was cloaked in shadows and with the sun sinking low behind his head it made him seem almost a blank canvas before Arthur, yet Arthur had seen those features almost every weekend for the last few years and could pretty much describe every line on the face. The eyes would be sunken and caved from with drawl, black bags showing the lack of sleep and food. It was no small wonder that Merlin wore a hood; his face was a cracked parchment of broken skin, years of drug abuse stealing all health from him. The first time he had called to Arthur he had seemed almost fresh faced, only at the very edges of addiction; the years hadn’t been kind. Despite Arthur’s guess that he was only in his early twenties, the man before him looked positively ancient. Stick thin his clothes hung off him, the shoulders were slumped forward as if he slept curled up in a ball for most of his life. All and all he was a pitiful creature.

the reason arthiur thinks hes onyl twenty is mention ed in that wwhen he first came to visit he was a fresh faced youth. but in only two years his body has crumpled with the posion of drugs. did you want that bit expanded upon???