woolsey marmaduke scott

               IF THERE’S ONE THING THAT MAGNUS ABHORS,   it’s  clients  who  think  that  they  have  the     RIGHT     to  arrive  early  for  appointments     (  and  really ,     his . frustration  only  tends  to  increase  by  tenfold  when  they  hold  the  impression  that  they  can  simply     BREEZE     through  the  front  door  without  knocking  ) .    

                   Such  meetings  were  meticulously     SCHEDULED     for  a  reason ,     and  this ,     arguably ,     is  why  he  ultimately  decides  to  step  into  the  living  room  clad  only  in  a  golden  robe ,     open  at  the  chest ,     and  black  silk  pyjama  bottoms                                      after ,     of  course ,     untangling  his  legs  from  the  Chairman    &&    his  terribly  timed  bid  for  attention .     This  is     HIS     home ,     after  all ,     and  anyone  who  thought  that  they  could  simply  call  upon  him  unannounced  would  simply  have  to  deal  with  his  choices  in  wardrobe .          

                   ❝     I’m     WELL     aware  that  my  business  hours  are  not  exactly  orthodox ,     but  are     YOU     aware  of  the  time                                         ❞         and  the  warlock  is  brought  to  a  halt ,     now ,     eyes  unblinkingly  steady  as  they  hone  in  on  the  man  standing  in  his  living  room .     A  man  he  hasn’t  seen  in  almost  a  hundred  years ,     at  that .          ❝     WOOLSEY ??     ❞

Woolsey is unable to help how his lips twitch up into a smile at the sight of Magnus, the first familiar sight since awakening in the twenty first century. His eyes scan briefly over him before returning to hold the warlock’s gaze. He knew Magnus would not take kindly to just anyone wandering in at any time –– Woolsey himself could be just as particular about it –– but he hadn’t thought that sending a message of some sort to arrange an appointment was the right way to go about this either.

“Apparently,” He starts after a pause, realising that he really should say something to attempt to explain why he was not still lying in his grave ( even if he doesn’t have a real explanation for it ), “Someone, somewhere, decided I was meant to –– have a second chance.”

It’s probably the most unsure he’s ever sounded before and a small frown creases his brow. He can’t shake the nervousness that has followed him this whole time or the worry that this was the result of something darker than it initially appeared. What reason was there for him to live again?