 *randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm)
Shufffle…tap.
Shuffle…tap…tap.
Adam was trying very very hard not to whack people with his stick. He had been told by Sam and Angelica at/after the events in the orientation lounge (where he never was able to find the source of all the cinnamon goodness that his nose told him was there) that he needed to be more careful with how he tapped his stick around. Not one to balk at corrective criticism, Adam was trying to be more careful. He really was.
Besides, his eyes were getting a bit better. Instead of not being able to see anything, he was starting to see vague, blurry shapes. And colors! Colors were a recently new development. He was very excited about it too. That being said, his color perception still had some developing to do as evidenced by his wardrobe selections (one very bright orange sock, a navy blue sock, green pants, and a red shirt that he had thought was black).
As senses do when one is impaired, Adam found that his hearing had gotten better and that, particularly his sense of smell had skyrocketed! He had smelt coffee from his desk in the Love Chamber. It had permeated the usual smells he got from the Amortentia potion. And it was thanks to the coffee that he had found his way unimpaired into the staff meeting.
”Hallo!” Adam called as his black and white cane led the way through the door. He adjusted the oversized purple glasses on his face, afraid they had slipped down. He shuffled forward and found a seat next to Addison.
Sniff….
”Distyougetanewperfume?” Adam asked her as he tried to find a place for his black and white cane.
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