 Arts TRANSPONSTER!
Kieran was back in Diagon Alley, more specifically, near the Daily Prophet, to do Merlin knew what.
It wasn't like he was sitting down or anything. All he was doing was holding a copy of the newspaper right in front of his face, blocking his view of the rest of the street and also obviously blocking everyone's view of his face. It wasn't intentional, exactly, it was just a habit.
He also liked to have those moving photos so close to his face; he had always found that pretty darn cool for some reason.
"Well, there they go again." The twenty-seven year-old man told himself as he read yet another article. |