Who: Nikolai and OTA Where: Coffee shop near Diagon Alley When: Saturday late morning What: Breakfast, because Nikolai is clearly too lazy to make something himself (not to mention his fridge is empty)
The week had been stressful and Nikolai was looking forward to a glorious weekend of not doing anything for a change. He'd taken his time getting out of bed and ready this morning, putting on a cap when he couldn't even be bothered to do anything with his hair. The coffee shop wasn't too far away from his flat and he'd taken his iPod along, now listening to music cranked on a low volume while waiting for the enormous breakfast he had ordered, watching the people pass by outside through the window.