Michael could spend only so much time staring at himself in the mirror before the usual hint of self-loathing tried to bubble up and point out the little flaws he had. But he'd been doing just that, complete with a head full of dark brown hair still quite damp and in every which direction from his shower.
He'd been polite and cordial with this girl, Rose. He had to calmly figure out what had happened and what hadn't. After feeding her and making sure she knew how to get back to her hotel (and wincing at a few hazy details) he went back inside and cleaned up the mess that was the perpetual sprawl of information and thought Michael tended to accumulate around him. Books, scrolls... he winced at the schools. Apparently Rose wasn't a very curious person. Merlin he would have been.
With his Mum gone, Michael looked over the white washed, stucco-looking walls of his flat and then out the bay window. Their flat was not large and was oddly dominated by the kitchen. That was where Michael camped most of the day, having lost his trunks after the girl had gone, he spent the day in socks and curiously, his uniform hat. It was nice and cool in the Kitchen thanks to the duct system and he rotated between reading things and snacking on odd and ends. A chocolate frog had hopped off the table without his notice and then expired it's magic on the floor. He didn't discover it until he went to take a shower.
Michael heard the front door and poked himself out of the bathroom completely starkers, a little moist and with a mess of toweled hair. "Make yourself at home. Be right out."
Michael didn't shut the door to the loo as he used his wand to give his hair some basic shape and then came outside to find Terry. "Hungry?" He asked as he brushed by Terry, give his back and bum a ghosting pat of hello. "I'll start braiding in a bit. Where should I start?" Michael asked as he situated a few parchments away and then stood idly, receptive to a hug but not demanding one.