#bartyxcrouch

The pub was crowded and noisy, just the way Walden liked it. It was the reason he frequented The Serpent’s Tongue, despite it’s out of the way location in the depths of the labyrinthine alleyways that made up Knockturn Alley. It was easy to do business here unheard, and even easier to get information.

But tonight was a little more casual, and so he sat at the bar waiting instead of occupying a shady corner table, drawing patterns on the counter in the condensation shed from his untouched drink, half-listening to an argument the two men next to him were having.

Well, except the Shrieking Shack. But nobody ever wanted to go there.