originates while i mull over details: lines & sundry for this unregistered animagus who's taken the rare bookshop business he's inherited and transformed it into a speakeasy favoured by the, ahem, morally grey? seers get sloe gin on the house on sundays, werewolves get their own whiskey wednesdays... you get the gist. friends, enemies, those who've used his place as a hideout, exes & flings (m & f).