Okay, now was not the time to feel nervous, or reluctant. Winter pushed the door open to his new workplace... Or at least the place that he ran now. It smelt funny. Probably of Floo powder. Smart. Woah, everything looked so new, possibly because it was all new. Dang he did think stupid things sometimes. He walked over to the desk that had his name recently imprinted on it and sat down on the chair behind it. Blimey, something was certaintly going to make him smile here. And that was the windows...
Don't ask.
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