"And you know what? There is not a sale worth going out in this heat, I'm serious!"
Javier grinned, putting up his hands in a defensive manner, "I'm sorry, but I don't need a pair of robes that badly, have you seen those temperatures? I'm surprised Fortescue's is still standing, would've thought they'd have melted awaaaaaay----whoa, what is---"
He gripped onto the desk, eyes widening as he rumbled and
rolled away because the fucking building was shaking! Javier let out numerous words that were not politically correct to say on the wireless, and toppled out of his chair, busting his head on the floor. Strings of angry Spanish soared out of his mouth as he crawled up to his knees, and Javier grabbed the microphone.
Through the glass he saw that the other members of his staff were looking like they'd just been
shot, and it took Javier a few good seconds to realize what the fuck happened, as another rumbling,
rolling coursed through the studio. Javier dropped to the ground, covering his head with his hand as he shouted angrily into the microphone:
"ARE WE EXPERIENCING A FUCKING EARTHQUAKE IN DIAGON ALLEY?"
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