Don't Ask...
Where: Justin's House
When: Noonish
Hal had called Justin in the morning to ask if could have a look at his nose. He claimed to have walked into a door and said he was fairly certain it was broken. Justin had invited him to come over, since his tools of his magical trade where at his home.
Letting Fiona know where he was and making certain his cellular was charged and on in case she needed him, he'd headed over to Justin's. Which was his deceased aunt's abode. Hal had been there once, he believed. Lovely woman, good witch.
Knocking a few times, he raked his fingers through his short dark hair. Even though the sun had come out and the clouds had cleared off, he was still feeling a bit chilled. So he had on his brown leather jacket over his dark blue turtleneck and black dockers. Hal didn't bother trying to dress fashionably, he just wore what was practical. He was too old to try and keep up with what was the fad this season. Besides, the fashionable lads he'd seen about looked ridiculous, with their hats askew and their trousers falling off and showing off their pants. Bloody stupid, that.
Folding his arms over his chest, he waited for the boy to answer the door. Hopefully, he believed the door bit, that way he didn't have to explain what really had happened.