OOC: Wrap <3
At the news that Mr Scamander had a son, and therefore likely a wife, Bragi felt his heart sink — but was immediately furious with himself for such a feeling. What difference did it make if the handsome Mr Scamander was single or not? It made absolutely no difference, Bragi told himself firmly. There was simply no such thing as boys liking boys. There was Bragi fancying half of Hogsmeade, and then there was the impossible miracle that was Mr Sterling and his male lover Ari.
Realising that his mind had gotten away from itself in a matter of seconds, Bragi forced his attentions back to the here and now, and gave a pleasant smile. "Nice to meet you too, Mr Scamander. Bye bye, Ginger", he added, giving the shouldered niffler a tiny, pointless wave.
He watched the young man go for a beat, then gazed back down at his stack of unfinished paperwork, fiery hair falling half over his eyes. He had only ten minutes left of lunch to get some of his busywork done; and he would spend every second of those ten minutes resolutely forcing himself to think of absolutely nothing but the parchments in front of him.
![[Image: bragi-sig.jpg]](https://i.ibb.co/FDwcFHf/bragi-sig.jpg)
At the news that Mr Scamander had a son, and therefore likely a wife, Bragi felt his heart sink — but was immediately furious with himself for such a feeling. What difference did it make if the handsome Mr Scamander was single or not? It made absolutely no difference, Bragi told himself firmly. There was simply no such thing as boys liking boys. There was Bragi fancying half of Hogsmeade, and then there was the impossible miracle that was Mr Sterling and his male lover Ari.
Realising that his mind had gotten away from itself in a matter of seconds, Bragi forced his attentions back to the here and now, and gave a pleasant smile. "Nice to meet you too, Mr Scamander. Bye bye, Ginger", he added, giving the shouldered niffler a tiny, pointless wave.
He watched the young man go for a beat, then gazed back down at his stack of unfinished paperwork, fiery hair falling half over his eyes. He had only ten minutes left of lunch to get some of his busywork done; and he would spend every second of those ten minutes resolutely forcing himself to think of absolutely nothing but the parchments in front of him.
![[Image: bragi-sig.jpg]](https://i.ibb.co/FDwcFHf/bragi-sig.jpg)