Who: Alicia Spinnet and Apollo Yaxley When: Friday night Where: Three Broomsticks What: Time to tell the truth Rating: Medium Progress: Complete
Hey white liar The truth comes out a little at a time And it spreads just like a fire Slips off of your tongue like turpentine And I don't know why,
Alicia appeared with a soft crack in the alley next to the three broomsticks, despite living in the same village as the little pub, Alicia wouldn't risk walking in the dark on her own in the current political climate. Stowing her wand in her pocket she headed into the bustling little pub, her eyes scanning the crowd for Apollo.
They had supposed to be meeting the night before, but a last minute meeting scuppered any plans the pair had made. Not spotting her friend, Alicia walked to the bar, ordering two butter beers for old times sake, Alicia didn't think it would be long before her friend appeared.
The pub she stood in held many happy memories, quidditch celebrations, birthdays and even celebrating her last year of school, but nobody knew what the future would bring and what sort of memories would be at the forefront of the mind in the future.