 ♫ ♥ Where are my garters?! / hyphens-are-cool / THE NORTH GATE ♥ ♫
"Harland Flynn," came the voice from the tall figure leaning up against the doorway. Harland himself walked in with a small smile at the room and a brief nod at his new boss before he slid into one of the rolling chairs. His smile hadn't changed a bit since he started working there, although it was a bit more plastered than it once was.
He continued, "Economic and Social Council member, started out as a British Wizarding Immigration Officer, only child, enjoys long walks on the beach..." He grinned and shook his head. "Actually, I hate the beach. Sensitive skin," he added with a shrug and a small smile.
__________________ Welcome to the jungle.__________________________________Everything's going to change.
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