 Yeahhh, Mr White! Yeah science!
A tall, lanky blonde man shuffled his way into the security area, eyes wide like a nervous child and his bottom lip between his teeth. James was no social butterfly so it may not come as a huge surprise to learn that he disliked parties. Rather an unfortunate pet hate considering the young man’s upbringing and his socialite parents who liked to think themselves very important and threw large gatherings on a regular basis at the family home in Scotland, purely to show off their money and their status in society.
Wearing muggle attire, it was pretty obvious that James was of pureblood ‘stature’. His clothing was always muggle, always colourful, and rarely matched. He was a pureblood who liked the idea of looking muggle but never got it quite right. Today though he had made an effort for this important occassion and came dressed in a blue and white short sleeved checked gingham shirt, a pair of too big dark blue chords, teamed with a pair of thick blue braces (suspenders) to hold them up. He topped off the extraordinary outfit with a dark grey tweed blazer because that was what muggle businessmen wore... or so he thought.
He made his way over to security and stood there awkwardly, looking like he wanted to be anywhere but here as he waited to be checked in.
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