 *randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm)
Sporting a bunch of new bruises thanks to the collision a few floors up, Adam was still carrying the trident over his shoulder. Unlike earlier, he was walking with a little more care, because clearly, the Ministry had it out for him he wasn't the most graceful of men. If one doubted it, one only needed to look at the purple bruise starting to form on his cheek for proof. He was hearing music again and whistling as he walked. It was an odd tune - screechy at times.
As he approached the cross section, he paused. His mouth was dry and he really really really dry. A big glass of water sounded great. Should he go to the coffee shop? Or should he - ooo yes! The fountain... He turned on his heel, trident swinging wildly over his shoulder. He had the sudden urge to go swimming...
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