[The constant cold is just something he's used to along with being chilled to the bone. He comes into his little flat and throws his keys on the table. But it is freezing. He could feel it through his thin sweater. With a flick of his wand and a nonverbal, he hopes he fixed it.
Unlikely.]
Promise next paycheck I'll have it looked at, proper. [He's about to saunter to his bed, knackered, when he notices the familiar quilt and duvet.]
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Unlikely.]
Promise next paycheck I'll have it looked at, proper. [He's about to saunter to his bed, knackered, when he notices the familiar quilt and duvet.]
If you're going to steal them all, scoot over.