Percival felt physically exhausted. Maybe a bit mentally but his mind didn’t seem to yell at him as loudly as his muscles were at the moment. With his usual stride of self-awareness, he looked around the nearly barren New York street with a sort of rebirth clinging in the air. That’s what happened in a city of so many people. While the days were full of excitement, the late nights were restful, maybe only a few stray people here and there popping in and out of underground clubs. They were also streets that Percival could probably navigate blindfolded. Along with the glow of a nearby street lamp, he turned his back to the sort of any light and began his journey up to his apartment. Sighing quietly, his once confident shoulders slacked forward as he began thinking of what waited for him when he got home.
He rarely seemed to spend time there anymore, or so it seemed. Ever since the news of Grindelwald began popping up in Europe, the Wizarding world everywhere has been on red-alert trying to calm everything down in any way possible. And if it meant spending some nights at the office, then so be it. Rolling his broad shoulders back, he propped the door of his apartment open and stepped inside silently. It was painfully dark, but he could still see the outlines of furniture if he squinted. Leaning to the side, light finally flooded the room. It was a scarce looking apartment with not much to look at. A word to use to describe it would be ‘sleek’, as that’s what it was. It was cold, the primary colors making up the palette being black, various shades of grey and some white.