#archer starter

Another morning, just like any other. Archie was relieved to wake up in his bed, safe and ready to get back to work. As safe as a muggle-born in wizarding London could be, but he never let himself lose hope. He'd make it through another day, his clients would leave the shop happy with their new purchase, he'd tend to his plants at the back and return to his apartment upstairs to spend the evening with his grump of a cat, a good book and some nice, warm tea. He'd never been much of a people person after all, so why should it matter that he was too scared to go out there, or that everyone seemed to think he was a bit too odd and unsociable. He had his safe place, there was no need to interact with the rest of the world any more than he had to and so, with no one out there knowing much about him, he wouldn't have to worry about Death Eaters and Dark Lords and wars, at all. He didn't let it bother him too much that he'd forgotten when the last time he'd left his home, other than to buy supplies, was and he distracted himself tending to his plants. Hearing the bell that was hanging over the door, signaling someone had entered the shop, he rushed to clean the dirt and leaves off his hands “Welcome, good morning! I shall be right with you, just a moment!” he called out from the back.

"Oh, you think you are worth my time?” Archer raised his eyebrows, amusement shining in his eyes. To one, it would seem like he believes that he is being mean, and believed that the one in front of him was not worth his time. Truly though, he believed that the little one in front of him was a genuine prospect. He could see the training being very fun. “I have a very full schedule, why would I waste my time training someone like you? Who in a month will decide that this is just a phase?” 

Archer looked down at his copy of their agreement. “Any changes you’d like to make.” Every three months they revisited the agreement until they have reached a year together, then it was every year. “Anything you’d like to bring to the table this time?” Archer was a good dominant, if there was something his submissive wasnt happy, he wanted to make changes until his submissive was happy.

"So, did you come here alone, little one?” Archer inquired, looking the other up and down. The other didnt seem to be with anyone at the moment, but neither did Archer, and he came with two of his favorites. Danielle and Calloway were off socalizing with the others at the party, leaving Archer to mingle himself. Parties like this were often where his found new submissives.