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The bar was dimly lit, lights flickered as the storm raged on. If Percival strained his ears he could just about hear the roar of the waves over the patter of rain. As far as holidays went this was an abysmal one. It had been Seraphina’s idea that he go to the shores of Ireland for a break from everything and everyone. At least she could have organised a portkey to some sunny beach or adventurous jungle, Percival groused to himself as he emptied his glass. The rain was never ending and showed no signs of letting up. There was nothing for it, Percival was going to have to brave the elements to get home. Rising from his stool he nodded to the barkeep and grabbed his coat from the rack.
It was a warm coat, snug and seemed to repel water as he stepped out into the dark. He shifted, the cloth pulled at his shoulder while the bottom dusted his ankles. The rain came thick and heavy so Percival paid no heed to the coat and hurried back to his hotel. Only once in the dry and light of his room did he realise his mistake.
The coat was beautiful but it was a mottled grey rather than his usual black. No wonder the arms felt so tight, it was obviously tailor made for someone taller but more slender than Percival. He wanted to return it but the weather (and a little humiliation at his mistake) made his hesitate. Understandably the owner of the coat would be annoyed by his mistake and perhaps the next day Percival would be able to return it when the weather may have had a sudden change of heart.
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The bar was dimly lit, lights flickered as the storm raged on. If Percival strained his ears he could just about hear the roar of the waves over the patter of rain. As far as holidays went this was an abysmal one. It had been Seraphina’s idea that he go to the shores of Ireland for a break from everything and everyone. At least she could have organised a portkey to some sunny beach or adventurous jungle, Percival groused to himself as he emptied his glass. The rain was never ending and showed no signs of letting up. There was nothing for it, Percival was going to have to brave the elements to get home. Rising from his stool he nodded to the barkeep and grabbed his coat from the rack.
It was a warm coat, snug and seemed to repel water as he stepped out into the dark. He shifted, the cloth pulled at his shoulder while the bottom dusted his ankles. The rain came thick and heavy so Percival paid no heed to the coat and hurried back to his hotel. Only once in the dry and light of his room did he realise his mistake.
The coat was beautiful but it was a mottled grey rather than his usual black. No wonder the arms felt so tight, it was obviously tailor made for someone taller but more slender than Percival. He wanted to return it but the weather (and a little humiliation at his mistake) made his hesitate. Understandably the owner of the coat would be annoyed by his mistake and perhaps the next day Percival would be able to return it when the weather may have had a sudden change of heart.
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