Who: Bill and T What: Goblin's facial expressions and drinking? When: Saturday afternoon Where: Gringotts and elsewhere later Warnings: I don't think there's any? Maybe really weird conversation?
Bill leaned back in his chair as he looked at his paperwork. Well, this would be less amusing than other things. At least he could get through it quickly enough. He cleared his throat before moving around in his seat and slanting a look at the goblins around the room. He was ready to be amused by facial expressions. He wondered idly if they looked anything other than bored, stern, angry, or annoyed by stupidity. He wondered what would happen if you cast a tickling spell on them or poked them in the side. You might die if you did that, though.
He ran his fingers through his hair before eyeing the doors curiously. No one seemed exceptionally interested in coming in. This worked for the goblins, it seemed, but it didn't work for him. He wondered why in all of Merlin's name he hadn't gone back to curse breaking. Oh, that's right. His mother had given him the death glare when he suggested it. Apparently she wanted him to stay close all over again. He really should just tell her to quit all her worrying.