 Brain Twin | MASTAH ASHURRII | Reisdent PokeNerd | Digifangirl
Well then.
This was new.
Ollie's trek through the Daily Prophet had been one of adventure, or at least exploration. How strange, too, that not so long ago, he had already completed a task of adventurous exploration and already he had done one yet again? Somehow, this task seemed longer, more drawn out, than the first, because the Daily Prophet Ollie had first discovered was no more. No sir, not at all.
Standing here, in the doorway of the lounge, he felt a peculiar sensation, as if he didn't really belong here. Perhaps that was, in part, due to his paint-stained threadbare garbs. Maybe it was time to pay Madame Malkin's a visit, he mused, and stock up on a new cloak or two. Feeling out of place, he tugged at the collar of his button-down shirt and peered into the room.
The whole of the Daily Prophet's make-over was astounding and unsettling. He was used to the dingy Daily Prophet, the low budget studio! Now, he was surrounded by shiny floors, clean walls, glass walls. An atmosphere of professionalism had finally been delivered to the Daily Prophet, but prestige and money was something Ollie was not used to, though really he ought to have been.
Finally he shuffled into the lounge and surveyed his surroundings. At once, his eyes went to the coffee pot and he moseyed along towards it. As soon as he had a pot of coffee set to brew, he made way to the couch and sank in. Though leather had a tendency to seem very offputting, at least this one was comfortable.
The young man squirmed on the couch before he removed his messenger bag from around his neck and shoulder.
Oh. Hey. No bugs in this couch! |