where: the three broomsticks
who: @allthatglitterx
"Sorry, this seat's taken," she told the all too eager witch as she grabbed hold of the chair across from Gilderoy. A moment passed before the girl walked away and Marlene finally took the seat, a bright grin on her lips. "Thought we were having a drink together, not us and your fans."
Who: @allthatglitterx
Where: The Three Broomsticks
Amos was at the pub with some colleagues. Enjoying some drinks whilst they let off steam about the higher ups and the daily demands of work. It was once again very busy, so Amos figured ordering at the bar would be a lot quicker than waiting for table service.
He squeezed in next to a gentleman, his brain taking a few seconds to recognised who he'd stood next to. "Well well" Amos chimed, a smug smirk on his face "it looks like we meet again- do you come here every night- or just on nights you'll hope i'll be here." Amos was of course teasing, but well it was far too tempting to resist.
"Gil!" He called out from the atrium when he spotted the familiar blonde curls. Ludo plastered a smile on his face as the other wizard approached, the charming grin easily forming on his lips. "Are you done for the day? We should go out for a couple of drinks, and you can't say no-- handsome men like us deserve this sort of fun."
There was something about this place she clearly enjoyed, it could have something to do with the shady crowd that seemed to be whispering secrets at every corner. Secrets she was always willing to hear. Sabrina gave a look around, dark eyes landing on golden locks and a boyish grin, almost as if the wizard didn't quite belong here. She moved swiftly through the crowd and leaned by the bar, just beside him. "I'll buy you a drink," she told him with a click of her tongue, "looks like you need one."
"Look who it is. Out on another adventure, are you?" Mary's face lit up the very moment she stepped out the Leaky Cauldron and through the wall into Diagon Alley. At the very least one thing that seemed to be going in her favor; a friendly face.
The witch stepped forward, ruffling the jacket in her arms. "What brings you out here? Not that you can't be. You can, of course." Some word fumbling, if that wasn't Mary in a nutshell.
Lucius conspicuously adjusts the feathered sleeves of his robes. The decoration almost looks like wings; feathers flutter every time he moves. His fingers glitter like golden stars. The belt around his waist really is gold, and it is not the only thing clinking. (Lucius insists on pockets, even for the most designer of robes; every wizard needs a place to keep gold. And his wand. And sometimes poison - though these days it's a paranoia-induced antidote to Veritaserum. There's only going to be two wizards in his head, thank you very much to the Auror Department and their little worms.)
"Ah! Gilderoy!" Lucius waves Dobby away from the patio table with one careless flick of his fingers. "How have you been?" His slightly heeled white boots click on the tile. Today is a lovely day; the peacocks strut as magnificently as their owner and the sun warms the tea. "I've been keeping up with your column. You're very correct about the many uses of belts in fashion. Many wizards neglect their waist."
It's not like he knew where else to go. Diagon Alley was a comfort place, it felt safe even if it actually wasn't. His entire body felt like each nerve ending was fried into oblivion. His eyes were darting around as he stayed in the shadows. It was dark, but not dark enough to just blindly go out into the open.
Instinctively, he placed his hand over top the mark, fingers digging into it, trying to find a bit of relief in the moment. He rested his head on the brick wall, eyes closing as he let out a sigh. How long had it been since he left? Since he had a decent bath? Since he ate properly? Merlin, he probably smelled terrible.
If he could just... maybe... borrow some food... or find a place to bunker down for a night or two... At least until he could find Sirius...
He made his way towards the Leaky Cauldron, biting on his thumb from nervousness as he paced around the side of the building, trying to stay hidden, but at this point, probably not doing the best job, especially as he muttered to himself the pros and cons of trying to get food without any money.
With his mind preoccupied, it's not a surprise he didn't notice right away a somewhat familiar face in the window of the pub directly next to him.