California Gurl | self-diagnosed couch potato | “A daydream is a meal at which images are eaten."
Nicholas Kent entered the room warily. He was quite new here. He didn't have a single clue about life in the Ministry. He sighed as he glanced around the room. Wizards and witches were happily exchanging their stories, each one engrossed in his or her own conversation.
Nicholas felt even more nervous. "How I wish I had someone to talk to. This would be much easier if I wasn't all alone," he thought to himself.
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