 pls excuse my asocial alien Lovely™ | Captain Hurted | Ariana's Bane | Resident Antagonist | Unparalleled Delight
Although - as far as he was concerned - this might be his last Hogwarts feast, Angelo Milano had no afforded the occasion with any kind of note, or reverence, or shoes, or so much as a comb through his hair. He was not particularly keen on being present in the Great Hall, but there was, admittedly, safety in numbers.
Usually. Depending on the numbers. The omens. The whisperings in the corridors.
Milo had taken a place at the very end of the table, near the doors - in such a way that he could see who came and went - and far from the staff table. He knelt on the bench, sitting back on his feet, and worked intently through a stack of Daily Prophet newspapers [i]and Quibblers, alternately marking them up with red and black pen. The crossword pages were the ones which largely commanded his attention, but the articles had their fair share of... they were just interesting.
It was absorbing work, but not so absorbing that Milo entirely lost himself in it. On occasion, he would twitch, exhale suddenly, jerk his head as if shooing away a fly, or look up sharply at someone near him, only to find it was just the usual souls and shadows, before silently returning to his task.
With a crease appearing between his dark brows, Milo contributed a blood-red 'shakespeare' to the empty space in the margins.
__________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You?
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