|Graham Pritchard (shaded_gray) wrote in wished,|
@ 2010-12-18 23:45:00
|Entry tags:||!incomplete, graham pritchard, weston harper|
WHO: Weston Harper & Graham Pritchard
WHAT: Drinks down the pub
WHERE: The Troll's Head
WHEN: Early evening
WARNING: Heartlessness? And tomfoolery
Graham walked into the Troll's Head looking as naive as a Muggleborn first year Hogwarts student in a shirt and suit that looked too clean cut to be within 200 feet of Knockturn Alley never mind getting into the dirtiest pub in Knockturn.
He made his way to the bar and leant on it with an elbow, leaning back against it like he owned the place and waited to be served. It was unfortunate that he was approached by a wizard who looked like he was made entirely of knuckles.
Unfortunate for the other wizard anyway.
Graham raised an eyebrow at the guy intruding on his personal space and hexed him with something from Slovakia before the man had finished speaking. Whatever it was he'd cast had the man running out of the pub, hands over his eyes and screaming like his skin was on fire.
Graham ordered a beer and sat down at a table out of the way.