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sturgispodmore:

“Yeah. Let’s try the next one.”

Onto the next pub? Because I know I’ll hate this pumpkin ale coming up. Pumpkin, just... There’s no room for it in my belly. I wish it were the world, but Jack-O-Lanterns are fucking adorable.

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sturgispodmore:

“Maybe if you don’t.”

Alright, fine. And this is kinda crap.

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sturgispodmore:

“I’m not saying I wouldn’t have tried it.”

Maybe if I...

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sturgispodmore:

“Alright, alright, I’ll try it.”

Are you saying if I had bigger boobs, then you’d have tried it?

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fabianprewettdoesthings:

“That so?” Fabian’s casual nature dropped quickly as his eyebrows and curiosity both perked up. “Well, go on, Meadowes. I’m listening.”

I can’t describe a place so magical it doesn’t even need magic. You’ll have to see to believe.

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hitwizmckinnon:

Yeah, seasoned enough to know that place ten years ago. Now I spend most of my time at home with my girlfriend instead of out drinking with youngins like you. 

Don’t trap the poor girl. Treat her to a night out.

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groovekinnon:

briarbrewing:

The one slobbering all over his girlfriend. I think my dog drools less. Not that there’s anyone here worth getting the other sort of wet over. 

Yes, there was, but Marlene didn’t want to say so out loud. She took another sip of her drink and scoffed.

“You’ve never dated a professional quidditch player, obviously.”

Dorcas rolled her eyes playfully, sipping from the straw, “I’ve never dated an American, you mean.”

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groovekinnon:

briarbrewing:

I’d be happy if I never saw something like that again. I think I felt the spray from here. 

“I’m too drunk to know what you’re talking about.”

That isn’t the sort of wet we come out to pubs to be. Gross.

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wendythewriter:

“I don’t fancy clubs.”

Fair, but why not?

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hitwizmckinnon:

I’m way too old for you to be asking me that. 

No, you’re seasoned.

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shacklebolt-kingsley:

Kingsley smiled widely in response to Dorcas’ laugh. “Yes, I think I’ve already heard that kind of comment about the staff of the Golden Bludger.” He shook slowly his head. “The Groovy Ghoul? I think I know little next to nothing about it.”

“See, I knew I wasn’t alone.” Dorcas smiled fondly. “I’m beginning to think I’m too old to go figure out on my own. Not because I feel old, but because I don’t know how well I could put up with teenage shenanigans. I thought I was the coolest my sixth and seventh years. I was really annoying, I’m sure.”

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claudetteurquart:

“I don’t really spend a lot of my time in clubs,”  Claudette admitted.  “Though…I’m sure they’re doing as fine as ever.”

Well, then where is it you drink and mingle with people? Even complete introverts have some way they meet people.

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shacklebolt-kingsley:

“The Golden Bludger? No, not recently.” He distractedly rubbed the back of his head. “Couple of months, at least. But I don’t think the crowd has changed that much. It’s a lovely place.” He nodded. “Are you asking for a specific reason?”

“No, not that one. I like that one. The bartender’s real cute.” Dorcas laughed, tossing her ponytail over her shoulder. “The Groovy Ghoul. You a fan of it?”

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fabianprewettdoesthings:

“No, not in a while,” Fabian said hesitantly. “‘S not really my scene. Not like it used to be, anyway.”

In the case, I know of one muggle club without the blinding neon lights, stale smoke, and recently turned seventeen year olds that I’m sure you’d like. Now that I mention it, shit, I’m pretty sure I’d like it more, too.

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Have you been to that place in Puddlemere in awhile? The club. How’re the crowds these days?

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groovekinnon:

It took a few seconds for Marlene to process the moment, but when the shock of it wore off, she realized that her heart had been broken in two. Dorcas Meadowes was no crier – no one Marlene would bother to spend time with was – but this was enough to break her down in the middle of the street. With shaking arms, Marlene wrapped herself around Doe, holding her tightly, as if someone would pry her away forever if she let go.

“Come over,” were the only words she knew how to say. “Come stay with me and Kat tonight. We’ll feed you and—and—” And whatever else people with a proper check of their emotions do, she thought to say. “You’re safe with us. Always. Promise.”

It wouldn’t be enough to quit the feeling, but it was enough to halt the tears in their place for the time being. Marlene had a point, too -- staying alone at a time like was beginning to feel like a dumb idea. Truthfully, Dorcas felt a little robbed of her independence knowing one night over may turn into a few and maybe more. It was a good thing she wasn’t stubborn, or else she wouldn’t have pulled away with a nod, “I’ll take the couch.”

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sturgispodmore:

“My favorite trio.”

Once it quits making me ill, maybe I’ll be able to say the same.