 Yeahhh, Mr White! Yeah science!
Nathan staggered past the hit wizard office and entered the more spacious, comfortable office at the other end. He had come well prepared with a strong mug of coffee in one hand, a bacon buttie in the other and a copy of The Quibbler stuffed under his arm.
He collapsed at a desk in a dark corner of the room and rubbed his face with both hands, oblivious to anyone else being in the room with him. It had been a long, sleepless night for Nathaniel. His first day at work and not a wink of sleep the night before. What a great start. So much for, 'new job, new start.'
He was wearing his usual, now rather vintage looking leather jacket, ripped (not purposely) jeans and a black tee-shirt. Probably exactly the same clothes as yesterday… he couldn’t quite remember. In fact, he couldn't remember anything about yesterday. Where he'd been, who he'd seen... how much firewhiskey he had consumed... Had he even returned home last night? He groaned inwardly, still with his hands covering his bloodshot eyes.
Suddenly becoming aware of another presence within the room, he looked up slowly, startled to see an attractive young woman sitting at a nearby desk. He glanced out at the hit wizard office and then back at the woman, wondering whether she had just come into the room, or had she been there since he entered? He took a large gulp of coffee and stood up, looking at the woman intently and extending his hand. “Nathaniel Greenwood. … And you are….?”
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