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"...After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things. Terrible! Yes. But great."
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Post by Adrian Dimitrov on Jul 7, 2009 15:47:39 GMT -7
It was early evening as Adrian walked into the famous Three Broomsticks that so many talked about. There was os much to look at. First, the three wizards to his left seemed to be having a good time. They all cheered their cups together as they took a whiff of some Butter bear. Then there were two other witches who seem to be scanning the place for some dates. Oh how the world turned around him.
This turn was so bold, Adrian did not even recognize that the very witch he met months ago was the owner of the area. Not even looking up, due to the distractions around him, he placed his hand up to show that he was ready to order. Boy, did he have some things to drink over...
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Three Broomsticks Owner
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Post by Wren Taylor on Jul 8, 2009 14:25:40 GMT -7
Wiping her forehead with her arm, Wren let out a long, drawled sigh. She was shattered and still had almost six hours of work to get through on her own, and today was especially busy for some reason.
Serving a group of young witches and wizards, Wren quickly tied her hair up into a messy bun with a band that was on her wrist, then rushed to the other end of the bar to serve the gentleman with his hand raised.
"What...can....I get you...Sir?" she asked, panting rapidly. Being so side tracked, she didn't even take the man's appearance in fully. Turning to another wizard, she raised a finger to signal she would be with him in a moment.
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Honoured
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Juliet Lee's Follower
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"...After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things. Terrible! Yes. But great."
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Post by Adrian Dimitrov on Jul 8, 2009 14:55:22 GMT -7
Adrian looked up as he saw the wizard made a fit about Wren's attitude toward him. The man seemed to be burning up with anger. He was about to stand up, giving a piece of his word toward her, but sat back down. Probably because Wren herself was not just a woman, but an intimidating looking woman. Between her stressed looked face and her hair style, it looked like no one was going to bother her for the rest of the night.
"Well, look who we have here. Wren! It's me, Adrian, from the beach? How are you?" he asked. Adrian hoped that Wren would remember the day they met, however, he highly doubt it. This woman probably sees a lot of wizards and witches every day. He might have been just a faded memory...
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