It was early in the day, 'round about ten in the morning. Zoey was meandering in Diagon Alley, not really knowing what he wanted to do. He was up early, but then again, he was usually up this early or earlier depending on the circumstances. Finally, his mind went into a musical meltdown, so he felt the urge to venture into Reducto Records. He only lived two blocks away, since he'd decided to intern with the Prophet this summer, so it was easy access for him.

He walked inside, looking around at the eccentricities of the place. Comparatively, he was the most eccentric thing in the building. Upon his body was one of his more exciting outfits to say the lest. His hair had gotten inches longer over the summer, and he had it slicked back, sort of tied off at the end. He wore a white eye-patch over his left eye for kicks and giggles, and shin high, heeled shoes. He had on tight black pants, some sort of mix between leather and denim, and on his torso, a gray vest, buttoned half-way and nothing else.