 Yeahhh, Mr White! Yeah science!
A drink was certainly in order after Nathaniel’s day. He wandered into the Raven’s Claw, which was fast becoming his favourite haunt. He ordered a pint of ale with a firewhiskey chaser and went to sit in his usual dark corner. He breathed a sigh of relief as he took a sip of his pint, getting comfortable in his seat. He intended to stay here a while. There was nothing to go home to and as Egypt was busy with something else, he may as well pass some time here… for a few hours.
Nathan had never quite been prepared for how working for the MLES was gong to affect him. He was there to catch the bad guy, make sure justice was served. He had never bargained on cases such as Floyd Flooing’s. The poor old man needed medical assistance, not to be held in custody, which was obviously causing the poor man stress. Nate was beginning to think he was too sensitive for the job – things had too much of an impact on him. He should be working with magical creatures, or for St Mungos… or in a muggle bar in Goa or something. He sighed and took another sip of his pint before opening his rubbish muggle novel and continued to read.
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