blind to where the blow shall fall
Описание:
Percival takes in his unruly mop of hair, the spray of freckles across his nose and cheeks, the bow tie, the blue coat, down to his white-knuckled grip on a shabby brown suitcase. He sighs.
"Newt Scamander," he says, leaning back in his chair.
"I have permits!" says Scamander, twitching. He draws the suitcase closer to his body.