 *randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm)
Adam stepped out of one of the fireplaces. Big horned rimmed glasses with coke bottle glasses had replaced his oversized purple sunglasses. A small bright and badly wrapped package was tucked under one arm. His support cane was still tucked safely into the inner pocket of his coat like a safety blanket, but he’d been slowly getting used to wearing his new eye ware which made things a little easier for him to get around.
Coughing slightly, he stepped out into the Atrium and looked around. Gone were all the decorations from the gala. It looked quite dull. Which was fine, because there had been enough drama for a lifetime at the event. He just wanted to make his way down to Level 9 and disappear into the locked room. Today on his list of things to do? Chiffonade ginger, lovage, and peppermint, the later of which they were running low on. It would probably mean a trip to the greenhouses at some point too.
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