Natalie McDonald doesn't want to grow up. (rookie_card) wrote in wished,
It took waving a galleon to get the bartender's attention but once you had it, service wasn't all that difficult. She got her pint and headed toward the back of the pub where she'd seen Gretchen waving from. The crowd at the Troll's Head was as colourful as described, hags, goblins, all the shady, sketchy types of Knockturn drinking in solitude but shooting glances around constantly. It was an interesting variety.
"Hey," she slid into the booth, taking the spot on the other side of Gretchen and smiled a greeting at both of it's other occupants. She let her eyes linger on Gretchen and nodded, placing a hand out of sight under the table and rested it on her leg in greeting. She turned her attention to Trevor and nodded to him as well. "Alright?" she said, aware of the sceptical gaze she was getting in return. "I'm Nat." She looked out at the pub from their booth and barged on with the conversation, not one for stilted introductions. "Nice location," she said, pointing out the view of the whole establishment they had. Perfect spot to people watch from and in a place like this she figured it was a guaranteed show.