RP: Al and Moody Who: Al and Moody When: 18 Jan Where: The Hog's Head What: Chance meetings
Every week or so when Al found himself in the Hog's Head of a Saturday night, he ended up running a covert backroom clinic for people, and otherwise, who didn't want to go to St. Mungo's for whatever reason. Usually it was reluctance to seek help through official channels, but often, as it was with the hag with the boils on her feet, it was because they didn't want to face the prejudice that came with some of the Healers at the hospital. They didn't mind asking Al for help; he was known here and his acceptance among the disenfranchised who frequented the pub was hard won and despite of his name rather than because of it. So he ran a ad hoc clinic when he could, accepted payment however his patients wanted to give it, and somedays enjoyed it far more than the hospital.
Tonight he'd helped almost a dozen people suffering from various ailments before it slowed down and he could get a drink. He placed an order for Firewhiskey, then once he had it headed for a table in the corner, not noticing that it was already occupied before he sat at the empty chair.
"Er. Sorry," Al said, wondering where the other man had come from and realizing he mist have been there the whole time and just...blended unto the shadows enough that Al hadn't noticed him. "I didn't see you there."