when: 21st of november, 1979 where: the three broomsticks who: @whiskeynward
Antonia walked into The Three Broomsticks in a particularly irritable mood. For the past couple of weeks, her ghosts — or ghost, one in particular — had been hauting her with an impressive persistance. It made her hate herself for craving parts of her past that had been nothing but a lie.
"Hayden Ward,” she repeated the name she’d made sure to memorize as she sat by the bar, this time looking closely at him and letting herself be engulfed by the dread his resemblance to Elijah filled her heart with. “Hoping the teens haven’t been giving you too much trouble,” she jested. “You work the bar, then?”








