CLAWS /* SHARP

where – a Street. diagon alley/hogsmeade high street/somewhere in london/etc.  who – lee & open.

“Oh, that’s just what I needed,” grumbled Lee as he watched dark coffee spread over his T-shirt, wincing slightly at the heat. Today was a bad day. Well, it was a bad week, or months really, but today the world just seemed out to get him particularly. His coffee ( which he needed quite desperately ) spilling was just the cherry on top of a rather shitty milkshake. As the hot fluid seared his skin, he raised his voice as he cursed, “Morgana’s saggy tits.” And then, Lee was occupied attempting to hold the rest of his coffee with one hand, while scrambling for his wand to cast a drying charm. A few more cursewords slipped from his lips, a waterfall of profanity like, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He wished he had three hands. Or a thousand, perhaps, though that might look a little odd. Trying to see if there was a table or something around where he could place his coffee, he let his gaze fly up, and found himself making eye contact with someone who’d most definitely overheard him. “Aye, er - shit. Sorry, pardon my French.”

“no pardon needed, that does looks like a bit of a shit show” jo couldn’t contain as snort of laughter at the state of the man in front of them. nothing personal, of course. they watched him struggle for a few moments longer before seemingly starting out of a daze. “oh, uh- do you want me to take that?” jo held out their hand for the coffee he seemed so desperate to get rid of. “i hope it didn’t burn you?”

jo dragged the nearest stool back from the bar, wincing as it screeched across the floor. slumping down, they held their head in their hands, mouth dry and head pounding. “just get me water, please” they all but begged the bartender. to their left, the flashing movement of the front page of the daily prophet caught their eye (someone must have left their copy behind). jo slid the paper towards themself, eye’s scanning the headline.

DEMENTORS ARE BANISHED FROM AZKABAN! “what the fuck” jo muttered, skimming the article further until- auror teams guarding the fortress. “what the fuck!” this time the phrase was uttered for all in the leaky cauldron to hear. jo turned to the person sitting nearest at the bar, shoving the paper in front of them. “have you seen this shit?”