The door let one last sound of its bell ring into the potion supply shop just as he left, having forgotten a supply for his current potion the Japanese man had taken a second trip to get his last needed item. The chilly air blew past him, causing him to tighten his jacket a bit closer around him as the back door of the car shut with a reasonable slam.
His pale had slipped into his pocket reaching for the key, the metal in his hand something he was thankful to have back. He slipped the key into the door. However, as he did he felt someone staring him down. The key no longer in the hole.
"Can I help you? Mr. Potter?" He kept the key in his hand. He was in no mood to deal with a Ministry official, but telling the famous Harry Potter to shove off? Even not born in this country he knew that was a bad thing to do.
His pale had slipped into his pocket reaching for the key, the metal in his hand something he was thankful to have back. He slipped the key into the door. However, as he did he felt someone staring him down. The key no longer in the hole.
"Can I help you? Mr. Potter?" He kept the key in his hand. He was in no mood to deal with a Ministry official, but telling the famous Harry Potter to shove off? Even not born in this country he knew that was a bad thing to do.
Shiro Takayama
ツOyassan of Tokyo,Japan☠
Sometimes it takes a monster...
To destroy a monster.
I run on Revenge, Revenge I plan to get!
ツOyassan of Tokyo,Japan☠
Sometimes it takes a monster...
To destroy a monster.
I run on Revenge, Revenge I plan to get!