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The Serpent’s Tongue || Macnair and Crouch

The pub was crowded and noisy, just the way Walden liked it. It was the reason he frequented The Serpent’s Tongue, despite it’s out of the way location in the depths of the labyrinthine alleyways that made up Knockturn Alley. It was easy to do business here unheard, and even easier to get information.

But tonight was a little more casual, and so he sat at the bar waiting instead of occupying a shady corner table, drawing patterns on the counter in the condensation shed from his untouched drink, half-listening to an argument the two men next to him were having.

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[demetriayaxley]

Demetria stood outside Zonko’s Joke shop, looking warily at the looming facade. The streets were filled with schoolchildren, some not too much younger than her, their arms filled with bags of fizzing whizbees and Bertie Bott’s Every Flavored Beans. She remembered coming to Hogsmeade during her years at Hogwarts, though she couldn’t say she’d ever been particularly fond of the place; it was always crawling with professors and other students and there was never anywhere one could go to be alone.

Well, except the Shrieking Shack. But nobody ever wanted to go there.

After wandering down the streets of Hogsmeade, Demetria finally came to a stop on the hill overlooking the Shack; the building was as creepy and dilapidated as ever, and it seemed to creak and groan in the October breeze. This was where Demetria was supposed to meet Barty Crouch Jr. He was a few years younger than her, but she did have some memories of them standing on this very same hill as school children, speculating about ghouls and swapping ghost stories.