It was a windy, cloudly day. London was packed with people, mostly buisness people and tourist. Andrian stood by a round fountain just admiring the artistic structure they created it; amazing these muggles, he thought as he looked from the top of the fountain to the bottom of the fountain but as looked down at the water he noticed that there had been silver coin tossed into the fountain everywhere and straight away he knew that this was a wishing well so he dugged his hand through his pocket and pulled out a penny then looked at her, trying to thing of something to wish for though he almost had everything he ever wished for at the moment and that was no more breaking anybodies heart and Belle. All of a sudden something crawled across his mind like a insect living his his head, he knew exactly what he wanted to wish for and carefully annouced it inside his head wishing that he'd had more friends currently he had been all alone lately. He also wished that everyone he loved was happy and wasn't miserable anymore, to have the best in life for them; after that he tossed the coin into the fountain and watched it as it sank to the bottom of the fountain.
To his dismay he heard a little cooing noise on the ground beside him which caused him to tear his gaze at the fountain to a little pigeon who seem to be sitting down on the ground at ease not even caring if anybody could've stepped on it. How old he thought, it was not usual for a bird to sit down here like that. There must be something wrong, he thought then started to lift the pigeon up and examined it. "What are you doing on the ground like that," he pretended to talk to the pigoen as he scratched it head, gently knowing exactly why it was sitting around like that; the wings were injured.
(( He wore a pink buttoned up tee-shirt, white formal pant and leather shoes.