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“Quite the affair, isn’t it?” Charlie offers the question casually, standing among the loose back-end of a crowd listening to a bard give their all. Half focused at best, he’s taking in the sights, sounds, smells of the whole thing, not wanting to miss a second of the entertainment--and by default, beginning to miss things simply by not being omniscient. Head on a swivel, he’s barely even aware of who he’s talking to, just speaking to the crowd at large. “Admittedly, I’ve missed the last couple of times this happened, so when I heard I’d be coming to town right before it...” He pauses, turning finally to look at the person next to him. “Well I couldn’t miss it, could I?” 

“It’s really fine, I promise.” She’s mostly embarrassed, if anything, as she presses the cloth to her lip, desperately trying to keep from getting anything on her dress. She wasn’t quick enough, wasn’t smart enough, to see it coming. In all fairness to herself, Otto would have expected a hex in response rather than a punch to the face if she’d been expecting anything at all, but this meant exactly two things. One, she should’ve apologized faster (or at least not made the comment she did). Two, maybe it was worth it to learn how to block a punch with something other than a wand. Those, of course, are things she’ll mull over later. Likely in the dead of night when her anxiety decides to berate her for all the dumb shit she’s pulled lately. Gotta love adding to those numbers. With a good-natured shrug, she adds, “Lucky she didn’t get me in the eye, if I’m being honest. That would’ve been way worse.”

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"D’you do anything besides portraits?” Greg frowns at the exaggerated painting of himself in hand, hating himself for actually going through with getting his caricature done ( to no justice either ) and surprised at himself for actually sitting still through it, save for the bounce in his knee throughout it all. The leaflet and voucher he received appears much more inviting as he flips it over in hand. His arms drop to his sides audibly, “I would much rather have a tat. Who do I gotta suck off to get a stick-and-poke around here, Camelot himself?”

It’s  a  potentially  dangerous  combination     —     Seamus  Finnigan  and  mead.   A  bar  manager  should  know  better  than  to  drink  their  own  profits,  but  this  clearly  isn’t  a  talent  he’s  acquired  in  all  his  years  serving  pints.   That  much  is  evident  in  the  way  greedy  hands  pour  himself  another  tankard  rather  than  acknowledging  the  customer  standing  at  his  stall.   He  can  already  hear  Uncle  Darragh’s  stern  disapproval.   Kid  can’t  even  organise  a  piss - up  in  a  brewery,  that’s  what  he’ll  say.   He’s  not  completely  wrong  either.   If  only  he  had  a  nephew  that  cared  enough  to  take  his  constructive  criticism  on  board.   The  former  Gryffindor  turned  jester  has  already  taken  three  large  gulps  of  his  own  poison  by  the  time  he  notices  he  isn’t  alone  and  the  realisation  is  welcomed  with  a  loud  cheer.          ‘     My  peerless  paramour!     ’          Seamus  pities  anyone  who  isn’t  savvy  to  the  Muggle  world      —      the  ones  who  didn’t  have  the  facilities  to  stay  up  on  the  phone  with  Dean  until  dumbass o’clock,  Googling  medieval  speech.          ‘     I  cry  your  mercy.  I  didn’t  see  yer  there.     ’          More  like  hazy  eyes  weren’t  looking.  Eh,  details.  He  sets  his  own  tankard  down  before  heading  over.          ‘     What  can  I  get  ye  today?     ’          Hands  signal  towards  the  various  barrels  set  up.          ‘     We’ve  got  honey  wine,  semi - sweet.  Sourwood.  Anything  your  heart  desires.  Except  spiced  apple.  Some  swine  already  drank  that.     ’          It  was  him.