There is a teeny tiny kitten wandering the streets of London. One street in particular, in fact. A certain wizard has been known to walk down this street, heading towards a certain wizarding home. Hmm. Perhaps this certain wizard will see this poor, lost, hungry little kitty and take her home?
"You should be."John is waiting at the top of the stairs for him. "You know, you really should be in better shape. For all the exercise you get."By exercise he obviously means sex.
Quill makes a disgusted face. "Pish tosh. I'm in perfectly good shape. You just live in a bloody bird's nest, is all." One more huff, and he stands up straight to his full five foot six and looks...up at John. "If you'd live on the ground like normal, sane people, there wouldn't be any problems."Kitty wiggles around, trying to get a better look. Where are we now? :O