He was starting not to like how his life flipped upside down within the span of a few hours.
The owl from Dumbledore had been a stunning surprise, nearly knocking Vinny into a coma at the fact that the man had dared invite him to join--to join the bloody Order! The Order that had ruined his life, that had killed his fiancée and sent him running halfway around the world to escape it. That Order wanted him to join their ranks and help with the seemingly endless war?
It terrified him, how quickly he'd resigned from the Meteorites and sold his house.
Vinny had tried to remain in the back of the group, hoping not to attract any attention. He really, really did not want anyone to approach him and ask him questions, because he had no answers. There wasn't anything but a burning desire for revenge that had prompted him to accept the invitation, and now that he was here, everything was suddenly a million times worse than he could've imagined.
So, for now---he would sit, and try to be normal, something he hadn't been in nearly a year. Vinny pushed his way through the crowd to the most familiar face in the room, and tapped Marissa lightly on the shoulder. "Hey."
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