While he enjoyed having the flat to himself most days when Penny was at Hogwarts, at least once a week Orsino found himself hit with a bout of restlessness. Occasionally, this was brought on by the dogs being too loud, or rowdy, or having not gotten enough sleep the night before. Today, the reason Orsino was now milling about Flourish and Blotts was that the parrot had been repeating the same sequence of numbers since hearing them in an advert on the wireless that morning, and every attempt Orsino made to shut him up had been futile.
At the very least, he liked bookstores, and the weather was nice enough for wandering. With any luck, Orsino thought he might be able to hole up in a corner with something to read, go unnoticed, and head home for dinner. Just as he was reaching for something on some bloke who'd spent a year living amongst a herd of hippogriffs, someone plowed into him.
Orsino was taken aback, and momentarily very annoyed, especially when it seemed that the other person felt wronged by the whole thing. "Oi, watch out," he muttered, throwing the stranger a surly look before shuffling a few feet away and trying to get back to reading the dustjacket.