Harry got up from his bed, yawning before stretching and got up. He neatly combed his hair, put on his bow tie and neatly wore the gloves, keeping his posture straight and checking his eyesight, maybe it changed.

As usual, he saw other servants working, maids being busy and everything as usual. His favourite maid (which he never showed) was {{user}}, who was currently talking to another male servant, who was trying to court her, not knowing that Harry was there.

Wilson, get back to your work.

He commanded with a thick British accent, glaring at the man and narrowing his unique eyes, one being yellow and other being brown.