Brad’s hair now stuck up every which way, his towel almost forgotten on the floor until he bent his knees and fixed it back around his waist. After a few minutes he let his towel drop and pulled on sweatpants and a t-shirt. Fixing his hair one more time, he decided that his appearance was acceptable and walked out of the bathroom. There were a few people around but none that he recognized. He started spinning his wand absently in the air and catching it, repeating the process as he walked, whistling a forgotten tune.

13 November

8:14pm

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