daddy's home
WHEN. june 13th, 1983
WHERE. the flaming dragon
WHO. open starter
Alastor slunk into the Dragon, the remnants of the Order's celebration from the night previous still littering parts of the space, though no one would think it. Made the place look like a stag do had blown up inside. The thought brought a slight smile to the man's face, though no one saw it with his coat collar upturned, a thick beard obscuring most of the bottom half of his face.
His facial hair and temples shot through with silver, Alastor waved a hand at the barkeep, intend on a drink or two to ease his travel-weary body. He'd just gotten off from assignment, an assignment he couldn't shirk much to his irritation.
Duty called, as it were, no matter if there were a war on, and Alastor took his hits fine, even if his body sagged tiredly into the bar top for a moment before he straightened and his eyes sought out every exit he could find.
A familiar figure coming toward him made recognition flicker across his face, but it was there for a single second. If anyone looked at him a moment later, all they would see on the older wizard's face was a bored expression while he waited for his drink.
"What'd I miss," he asked of the wix beside him, the slight uptick of an eyebrow the only indication anything at all could have been awry.
madeyed-andmoody:
daddy’s home
WHEN. june 13th, 1983
WHERE. the flaming dragon
WHO. open starter
Alastor slunk into the Dragon, the remnants of the Order’s celebration from the night previous still littering parts of the space, though no one would think it. Made the place look like a stag do had blown up inside. The thought brought a slight smile to the man’s face, though no one saw it with his coat collar upturned, a thick beard obscuring most of the bottom half of his face.
His facial hair and temples shot through with silver, Alastor waved a hand at the barkeep, intend on a drink or two to ease his travel-weary body. He’d just gotten off from assignment, an assignment he couldn’t shirk much to his irritation.
Duty called, as it were, no matter if there were a war on, and Alastor took his hits fine, even if his body sagged tiredly into the bar top for a moment before he straightened and his eyes sought out every exit he could find.
A familiar figure coming toward him made recognition flicker across his face, but it was there for a single second. If anyone looked at him a moment later, all they would see on the older wizard’s face was a bored expression while he waited for his drink.
“What’d I miss,” he asked of the wix beside him, the slight uptick of an eyebrow the only indication anything at all could have been awry. »»————- ————-««
Frank had kept his head to the floor as he made his way back into the flaming dragon, trying to not look at the mess surrounded them that while he didn’t entirely recall making, he knew he had to have had some part in the creation of. He knew he was a lightweight; he didn’t get out much to begin with and wasn’t much of a drinker, but after having worked so late before finally making it last night he had very little chance.
He had made it back home, continued drinking for hours before finally falling asleep before he had finally realized he misplaced his wand somewhere along the way. His hopes of quietly sneaking in to grab it and return home with no one the wiser seemed to all go to the wayside the moment he stepped foot back inside however.
Frank wasn’t entirely certain he knew what poker was, but he felt like the term poker face could apply to this situation.
His apparent inability to know where he kept his belongings aside, he was still excited to have spotted Alastor and didn’t hide his grin nearly as well as the elder of the two had. He would just say hello, get his wand ( assuming it was here ) and be on his way. Easy as that.
“Tame night clearly.” Frank shrugged, looking around at the obvious mess all around them. Maybe he would offer to help clean up as well before he went on his way. “We missed you last night.”














