#vollystarter

Stepping into the Leaky Cauldron, he glanced around. A few patrons slumped in corners, but other than that the place was empty. His gaze darted from the door that led through to the courtyard to the bar and back again. He had time for one drink, surely. Having never quite successfully been able to temper his impulsive streak, his mind was made up. Crossing over to the bar, he fished a handful of coins from his pocket. “A glass of firewhiskey.”

At this time of the night, there was already a bottle of firewhiskey in his hand that he was drowning in. It didn’t feel natural for him to be here, always rejecting pureblood society and being shunned from it, there’s not much of a way for him to walk among it now like he wished to be here. The polyjuice face helped in speaking to people in the way wearing a mask always does, still where he found himself was people watching at a table that’s been emptied for a while now. “These seats are free if you need one,” he called out to one of the people lingering by, he could see out the corner of his eye.

The last thing Hestia planned to do when Nagini made its way near her was scramble and almost jump away, her hands held at her chest, and almost bumping into a chair. But its too late to take it back when she does.

She turned to the nearest person she drew near in her escape on accident, before even catching a good glimpse at who she spoke to, she asked, “Dance me, you?” the words stumbled out, and far louder than she planned, a bit breathless before she heard what she said. “I’m sorry, I meant dance? No, I mean, have you danced tonight yet?” One hand worried at her lower lip.