Well... it was all too late now. Nathan was still unsure whether he had done the right thing in quitting his cushy job with the MLES to come and work for the Daily Prophet; to continue lazing around chatting and dunking biscuits in his tea all day, or to pack it in and instead feed his creativity. 'Well, you only live once', had been his attitude in the end and, for once in his life, he had taken the bull by the horns and taken a chance; taking a leaf out of his wife's book for a change instead of waiting around for things to just come his way ...as usual.

He had been pretty relaxed about starting: leaving home early so he could get off the tube a few stops away from Charing Cross and have a nice stroll in the sun to clear his head - that, and to get away from his noisy home for a while. He grabbed a cup of coffee and bacon buttie from the local greasy spoon caff and went to sit in St James' Park to enjoy them while he read the day's rubbishy muggle tabloid newspaper. And he was still early by the time he got to the office. Very VERY un-Nathan-like behaviour indeed.

He opened the door to the Daily Prophet, not feeling the slightest bit nervous... that was, until he was greeted by the stench of blood, sweat, tears and newsprint! It hit him in the face with full force like a wrecking ball! He gulped as the first day nerves finally started to manifest themselves... maybe Nicoli would take him back... He shook his head slightly for being a such silly mare, and crept, slightly cautiously into the building and the waiting area. He looked up at the plan on the wall to see where he should be going. Getti Ford's office by the looks of it. He paused to glance around at his surroundings for a moment, before reluctantly making his way in the direction the map told him to go.