 Open! Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
Ryan Pucey felt like an absolute clown in this suit. It itched, felt stiff, and it truthfully smelled like an old person. It was the complete opposite of his typical leisure wear: sweatpants, a tank top, a gold necklace, and pair of ridiculous shades. Nevertheless, when one's client was of the uppity sort and made the basement of the Hippodrome Casino the meeting place for a deal such as this, one had to look the part. An hour of irritableness surely was going to be worth all of the galleons he'd be leaving with if things went as planned.
A black briefcase was held firmly in his hand as he strolled along the square, casting the occasional glance over his shoulder to make sure he wasn't being followed. Despite being more than comfortable with such business, he couldn't help but feel paranoid. Maybe it had something to do with being in such close proximity to the Ministry.
Despite the feeling, the Irishman carried on and decided to cut between the fountains and a crowd of people with the hope that it would shave off some time walking. The sooner these eggs were no longer in his possession, the better.
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