the universe and its seemingly infinite dislike of Lorcan Scamander

Lorcan paused on the top step of his third-storey apartment building, sighing with frustration and lifting a hand to feel the rain that had only begun to fall the second he stepped out his front door, like the sky itself was trying to mock him. Most likely the sky was trying to mock him, Lorcan thought to himself as he contemplated turning back for an umbrella.