He rather liked Flourish & Blotts - it was quiet - usually. Save for the few weeks each year when students received their letters form school and then immediately before the end of the school holidays which was entirely why he waited until they went back before he made a visit. Today was a quiet day - delightful.

He lifted a book on omens and visions, thumbing idly through the pages, as the flick book of words shuttered before his eyes, his field of vision narrowed and it felt he was going to be sick as the world suddenly seemed very far away. The words transformed into the image of a young man tumbling down the stairs and sending him kicking.

'Merlin' he muttered under his breath and as he turned around the body from his vision made contact with his legs and landing him rather ungallantly on his behind. What the hell was the point in visions if the forewarning was just enough to make sure he was aware, but without enough time to actually do something about it.

He extricated himself from the jumble of limbs. Zabini - a young man he was familiar with, and someone who rather ought to have seen this coming, was the human canon ball. 'Any damage' he asked the younger man, extending an arm to help the other man up.

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