Investments
Henry knocked, then immediately sauntered into the room and threw himself sideways into the nearest chair, his legs hanging off an armrest, ankles crossed. Dirk Cresswell had come recommended, as a good place to start if he was trying to finally get a handle on his “money situation” (his manager’s words, his his). Spending three years hopping around the world, living out of a rucksack and eating like a raccoon, meant that he hadn’t really spent much of the money he’d been earning, both wizard and muggle. And he wasn’t sure he wanted to live in his sister’s spare bedroom forever.
“So, Dirk, you do...” he pulled off his sunglasses, finally looking at the man behind the desk, and wiggled his fingers in his direction. “Money stuff?”
@dirkcressed
