l . bonaccord (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} bougeotte) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} valesco,@ 2015-05-30 15:59:00 |
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He rapped his fingers on the side table, staring hard down at the pile of post that laid across it. Louis had been trying to organize the mess that Adian had pulled out of his room yesterday, an act only committed because Vivienne had sent a surprise owl about bringing over dinner. Louis could never deny food, so the mess had not bothered him until he’d gotten up this morning. Now, as he was attempting to read the morning paper, he’d rummaged through the messy pile to find yesterday’s crossword to ensure that his answers were correct. What he found while he foraged through the debris of weeks old parchment, was something utterly confusing and startling.
Why was there a hitwizard application hidden in the mix? And even stranger, why had Adian almost completely filled one out?
Louis folded the application quickly into the pages of today’s Prophet as he heard his friend emerge from his bedroom. He felt a great urge to roll up the newspaper and whack Adian as hard as he could until this idea of becoming a bloody hitwizard was knocked out of him, but Louis had a bit more composure than that. If his friend had been thinking about such a career change…
Deciding to go a different route than beating his friend, Louis moved to the living room where Adian had slumped onto the couch in stage two of his morning wake-up routine. Louis grinned and sang an obnoxious ‘good morning’ before he sat in his usual seat, unfolding the Prophet and scanning a random page. Ah, the classifieds.
“Oy, did you know hitwizards get their own bed in St. Mungo’s?” He let out a laugh from behind the parchment, but quickly looked over to Adian to gauge his reaction, “I wonder if that comes with a personal nurse.”