Ryan's flat
Ryan looked through the Prophet yet again - he knew his internship was starting the coming Monday, but something about filing paperwork on behalf of the Ministry's press department for the entire summer just filled him with dread. He looked through the jobs section, wondering if perhaps there was a Dragon Reserve looking for an extra hand. If he died before University started, so many of his problems would disappear.
Leaning his head back with his eyes closed and his mouth set seriously, he summoned a glass of water from the kitchen, making the tap run to fill the cold cup, and gently bobbing it through the flat to his waiting hand.