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The Wizarding World Captain
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 Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2008 8:31 pm
Hog's Head
It's really ******** dirty in here.. but the beer is cheap. Suck it up.
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 7:34 pm
*Grumbles to himself as he limps around the tables in his pub, rubbing a dirty rag over the uneven wooden surfaces; pauses as a loud series of knocks shakes the door; shuffles over to draw the door open and squints into the dark* Eh? Snape?
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 7:37 pm
*Pushes the door open with vigor, sweeping past Aberforth while clutching Dameon's arm to drag him in as well*
Drinks. Scotch and.. *Glances at Dameon* A butterbeer. I assume you have a sobering potion of vague quality somewhere?
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 7:38 pm
*Snorts* Right. Barge on in, you greasy snake.
*Mutters rebelliously to himself as he hobbles into the back room*
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 7:45 pm
*Promptly pulls away from Snape to sweep over to a barrel used for garbage, vomitting quietly. The dizziness and shock of apparating having jarred his stomach just enough to have him quite sick*
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 7:54 pm
*Sneers slightly and flicks his wand, evaporating the vomit before it has a chance to fill the pub with its vile reek*
Have a seat, Dameon.
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 7:55 pm
*Emerges from the back, scowling* Don't yeh blow chunks in my-- ah. In the bin. Smart boy.
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 7:58 pm
*Pushes his hair back behind his ears, hands visibly shaking like leaves before he hides them against his stomach, sitting down on the nearest chair*
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 8:08 pm
Drink up, boy. *Sets the sobering potion -- contained in a stout blue bottle -- an an uncorked bottle of butterbeer before him*
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 8:11 pm
*Plucks a vial from within his cloak, dribbling a sip of red liquid into the sobering potion; returns it to his cloak and lifts his glass of scotch, sipping at it while he watches his student tremble* Relax, Dameon. *Narrowed eyes* You are incredibly lucky to be as untouched as you are.
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 8:14 pm
*Opens his mouth to say something, but closes it and shakes his head, hobbling over to another table to scrub it*
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 8:19 pm
*Murmurs to Aberforth* Thanks...
*Drinks down the potion, wincing* Ugh...*Pauses, glaring up at Severus* I'm aware of that.
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 8:24 pm
I assume Hatchel was the.. worst of your endeavour?
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 8:26 pm
I took the Knight Bus to CBGB and drank... I was walking home... So, yes.... *Eyes the butterbeer before looking away from it*
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 8:39 pm
... You remained at that establishment for three days? *Arches an eyebrow*
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