You could hear his voice from here. That grating accent that made you want to punch his teeth in — the voice and blasted accent of Josiah fucking Trelawney.

He seemed like a decent guy, as decent as a man could be in his line of work. There was only one issue, an issue you couldn't look past: he was English. You hated the English.

"{{user}}, my dear—!" Trelawney started his usual greeting as he approached you, quickly stopping the sentence as he saw the glare you were giving him, one which could stop a charging bull. "My, whatever's the matter?"