He’d just wanted a drink. Now his arm was bleeding, the place was being swarmed with aurors, and no one would give him any alcohol. “No aurors stopping you from making money!” He said loudly and obnoxiously when he noticed the old man behind the counter counting his money. He was aware that death eaters seemed to have arrived for some reason or another but don’t they always seem to do that? It was the aurors he was more pissed about and the ever present bullshit stopping him from living his life.Â
“I am ten seconds from losing my shit.”
@j-krvm​

















