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Even though he had gone on a relative spree just a few weeks before, Orsino couldn't deny that since arriving home with a haul of new instruments last time, he'd been hoping to return to Sonorous Spells as soon as was possible - without seeming crazy.  The cymbals had been completely up to par, and he was eager to be able to put them to good use soon.  But, in the mean time, today had seemed like a good day to go back and have another look around.  At any rate, he still had quite a bit of shop credit for the spending. 

Thinking that perhaps it would be a good idea to have some company this time - just in case an intervention was needed - he had owled Don that morning on the off chance that the other man would be looking for an excuse to get out of the house.  He received a reply that such an outing would indeed be welcome, and so now, a few hours later, Orsino was making his way up the main street of Diagon Alley. 

Sonorous Spells wasn't far from where he'd apparated, and on the way he passed by the boarded up building that had once been the cafe he'd worked at some years ago.  It had been like this for months now, and though he hadn't set foot in the place since quitting, it made him a little sad to see it in such a state.  Maybe, once all of this mess was over, it would re-open?  Sidling up to the front of the music shop, Orsino lit a cigarette and hovered by the window, waiting for Donaghan's arrival.