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Date: Tuesday, 25 March
Time: Late afternoon
Place: Leaky Cauldron
Characters Involved: Pansy Parkinson, Hannah Abbott, Ron Weasley and OPEN
As usual, the English sky was gray and doing a bang up job at hiding the sun. Pansy shivered and rolled her eyes at the expected dubiousness of it all. She pulled her black cloak up over her head to keep an air of mysteriousness as she headed into the Leaky Cauldron pub.
It wasn't her usual hang-out- not in the least. It was too filthy and dark and full of raggedy, straggling strangers. The brunette walked up to the grimy bar and made especially certain not to let her expensive velvet cloak drag.
"Two Firewhiskeys." It wasn't a question.
"Havin someone join ya, miss?" The burly bartender asked, his mustache containing some kind of bread crumbs.
Pansy narrowed her eyes at him and didn't answer. It wasn't his business, the great lump. She turned around to face the rest of the pub- where the tables and chairs were, but leaned back against the heavy wood of the bar.
"No," she answered eventually, when he didn't move. Her tone was icy.
Plebe, she thought.
Time: Late afternoon
Place: Leaky Cauldron
Characters Involved: Pansy Parkinson, Hannah Abbott, Ron Weasley and OPEN
As usual, the English sky was gray and doing a bang up job at hiding the sun. Pansy shivered and rolled her eyes at the expected dubiousness of it all. She pulled her black cloak up over her head to keep an air of mysteriousness as she headed into the Leaky Cauldron pub.
It wasn't her usual hang-out- not in the least. It was too filthy and dark and full of raggedy, straggling strangers. The brunette walked up to the grimy bar and made especially certain not to let her expensive velvet cloak drag.
"Two Firewhiskeys." It wasn't a question.
"Havin someone join ya, miss?" The burly bartender asked, his mustache containing some kind of bread crumbs.
Pansy narrowed her eyes at him and didn't answer. It wasn't his business, the great lump. She turned around to face the rest of the pub- where the tables and chairs were, but leaned back against the heavy wood of the bar.
"No," she answered eventually, when he didn't move. Her tone was icy.
Plebe, she thought.