 *randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm)
Tap.
Tap.
Tappy tap…
Adam shuffled through the door still wearing the oversized purple glasses he had sported at the orientation Ski-event and still sporting a large white and black cane. His eyes hadn’t improved much since orientation but back to work he had come. He hadn’t been of much help around the love chamber, but he had jotted down some interesting notes about the Amortentia fountain using his German-to English translation quill he had created. It was a pity he couldn’t read them.
Bump…”Ouch.” Adam bumped into the door as he walked into the room. “Hallo!” he called over the tap tap of his stick. He shuffled his way to a seat and after a few seconds of shuffling the chair around, he plopped into it. His stick slipped and struck something with a whack! ”Sorry!” he called out to whatever it was he struck. He hoped it was the table.
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