(Wool's Orphanage, August 7th, 1989, London, England. 11:36 A.M.)
It was dreary day in London, the skies where gray, seemingly about to rain, as an older, breaded gentleman, in a burgundy suit with a black marble scarf, caring a small box, stood outside of a tall yet thin burgundy colored building underneath his open umbrella, hoping to protect himself from the impending pour. The grey haired gentleman stepped up towards the building and knocked on the door. Soon enough the door was answered by a woman seemingly around her mid to late thirties, with dark brown, curly hair, and blue eyes, wearing a long navy blue coat. "Can I help you, Sir?" The woman asked kindly as the older man gave a soft smile towards the woman. "Ah, yes. I'm here to meet with a special person, Ms...." The gentleman replied. "Malcolm, Claire Malcolm. Please, right this way." Mrs. Malcolm welcomed the man inside warmly as he closed his semi-dry umbrella and stepped inside. The man was greeted by dark brick walls that decorated the orphanage. Mrs. Malcolm looked at the man with a kind smile. "Who, might I ask, is it you are hoping to meet?" Mrs. Malcolm asked with a hint of curiosity in her blue colored eyes.
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Harry Potter and The Silver Fox
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