 Mischievous Niffler
Nick was wearing a gray suite to match his silver hair. He stood at the edge of the room and observed.
So many people in one room made Nick feel a little edgy. It's not that he hated people. It was just that he wasn't used to this type of gathering. None of his earlier jobs had involved working with so many people.
"Good morning sir," he greeted the woman politely behind the counter. Then he bent down and signed in, muttering under his breath something unintelligible about crystal balls as he did so.
"Pencils? Cute." He raised his eyebrow at the pencils and took his bag to the side. Now he would look for his new employer... |