| at the counter - afternoon |
[Jul. 18th, 2008|13:10 ] |
He'd come in fresh from the Ministry, desperately in need of a drink.
The counter was cool and refreshing under his hands as he leaned against the wood, glad to finally be touching something untouched by dark sorceries. Well, at least he couldn't feel any. Just the familiar hum of the bar and the memory of a dozen dozen drinks, a dozen dozen smiling faces and tired faces and gimme a double of something you wouldn't give to your worst enemy.
The usual.
Wand safely away and broom in it's own holster, Liir settled at the bar and asked for something sweet, fizzy, and utterly non-alcholic. |
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[Jul. 18th, 2008|19:38 ] |
This time when she comes into the bar, Andromeda Tonks is carrying two very important things: her grandson, Teddy, and an armful of expensive looking potions. Both are balanced precariously on either hip and she's a bit surprised when she glances up to see the bar.
"Oh, I see." She glances to the bartop and rolls her eyes as she sets Teddy down on a nearby stool. The potions are summarily deposited on the counter and she glances around to see if there are any familiar faces.
"This is a fine time to bring me here, you know, in the middle of an important potions run." She's only mildly annoyed, honestly -- it's just that the lime-green healer's robes with black pinstripes aren't exactly the most fetching things in the world to be stuck into a bar wearing. |
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[Jul. 18th, 2008|22:57 ] |
There's a man who's stretched himself out on the couch. He looks amazingly relaxed. Actually, he looks to be dozing lightly.
Anyone care to wake him up? |
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