Starter for @lvdobagmans
It rained and rained and rained.
It never seemed to stop raining in London. Antonin ducked beneath the awning of a nearby shop to straighten his robes and pull up his hood with an irritated flick of the wrist. With the customary curse under his breath, he stepped out from the shop window and powered forward, splashing past several other inviting doorways before he finally made his way over to the ‘The Ink Pot’. He was nearly in the entrance when he jostled against another man who seemed to have the exact same idea he did.
“Apologies.” Antonin stepped back, taking the door handle and holding it open, only to be shocked by the sight before him. The young man with shining blond hair looked so remarkably familiar and it took a moment before Antonin’s mind made the connection. The Quidditch player from the Daily Prophet. He let out a soft, “Oh” at the realization before casting his eyes away for the sake of propriety.










