Fishing

Emmett climbed the stairs, his hands pressed against his ears as he made his way upstairs. He made his way into one of the bedrooms and sat on the bed, massaging his ears. He enjoyed music and he wanted to be able to play for the rest of his life. He could not do that if his ears went bad, which this loud music was trying to force.

He relaxed and slipped off his blazer, dropping it on the floor and stretching back in his casual outfit He reached into his shirt and pulled out a flask he had filled with some gin and tonic. He opened the flash and raised it to his lips before throwing his head back. He swallowed and set the flask aside. He fumbled for a cigarette before deciding against it.

He had only shown up to this rambunctious party to try and find a story, to see if there was anyone who knew anything on Grindelwald. But it seemed no one did. He sighed and leaned back, bringing the flask back to his lips. He drank some more and sighed a long sigh. Things were never simple enough.