[WHO] marten Martin and Fabian [WHERE] entry hall of headquarters [WHEN] Wednesday, 17th April
Martin had no responsibilities today, so he was puttering around at Headquarters in marten form. He had been keeping Theo company, but when only one of them needed a nap they parted ways. Now he was running from room to room looking around for something or someone interesting. He encountered a few people being boring. The best he found was a few more chocolate eggs, but he didn’t taste them this time (he had spent much of yesterday with long bunny ears that stayed in place no matter what shape he took).
He was getting very bored by the time he heard the front door open, and sprang to attention at the promise of someone new to bother interact with. He jumped from the landing to the bannister and slid now the length of the staircase, launching himself with expert precision to perch in an alcove that once held the severed head of a house elf mounted on a plaque. Martin was aware that many people found the flying circus act to be a bit much, but the marten’s mad energy can be hard to contain (especially if you’re not trying very hard).
From his perch he was able to see who had arrived, and let out a whistle-like chirp of greeting.