He was nervous.
Yes, it was certainly not a common aspect of his day to day persona, but he was nervous nonetheless. As James strode into the Magical Maintenance...er...meeting place, he cast a wary eye about for any suspicious behavior. Hmmm....Well. As far as he could see, there weren't any mysterious mosquito's flying 'round.
That's right. MOSQUITO'S.
The little buggers had mauled his leg the night before, and, seeing as there weren't naturally mosquito's in his high-end flat, he assumed he was being followed by a pack of mosquito's. Would you call 'em a pack? Eh. Anyway, there weren't any. So all good.
As I was saying.
James was, as previously stated, striding warily into this soevercalled meeting place with a sole thought upon his mind. Food. He was hungry. Would this meeting place have coffee? Tea? Crumpets? Toast? Yes, food was independently controlling his mental sphere. But he was nervous. James Lupet: Nervous. Sounded like the name of a fantasy novel.
It wasn't that he was brave. Or stoic. Or massive. Or strong. The matter-of-fact was that James was really just to spaced out most of the time to take the energy of actually being nervous. Nevertheless, nervous is what the poor guy was.
Now. Why was he nervous? Good question. Glad you asked. See, James was late. Yup. Late. Late for his first day of a new job. Of course not as such a glamorous job as he had previously...but a job. A job for the Ministry of Magic. Ew. He didn't authorities. Not for any reason but that they were always so stiff. Back to the point. So, being late, James rushed out the door...leaving his breakfast behind.
It was a sad tale.
Not only that, but it was MAINTENANCE. Wasn't that like janitors and bodyguards? James was incompetent for both. Let all Hell brake loose, he thought, as he made way for something that looked suspiciously like a doughnut. |