Today, Tomorrow
Damian locked up the door to the pub at exactly 7 AM. While his pub was open all weekend, from 7 PM Friday night to 7 AM Monday morning, the pub's normal weekday hours were from 7 PM to 7 AM every other day of the week -- Monday through Thursday. Damian didn't have to keep it open for twelve hours, but the amount of foot traffic he got was plenty to make him a happy man. Even though, in reality, he could've just lived off the Martell money for the rest of his life. But, unlike his three elder brothers, he wasn't a sit back and wait type of person; he had made himself a name, albeit in his family more than publicly. He, unlike the other Martells, had bought not one, but two houses, as well as took over the Kron household: the household of his maternal grandparents. He got those shortly after his twenty eighth birthday, right after both his grandparents fell ill and passed away. His father originally wanted to sell the sprawling 10 acres of estate with the 4,000 square foot house on it, but there were too many memories there, and so they kept it, willed into either Ada's or Damian's possession. But now? His pub, The White Wyvern, was his current pride and joy. Open now for only about four years, coming up on it's fifth birthday, Damian was glad of what it was doing. While it wasn't as popular as other pubs, like the Leaky Cauldron or the Hogs Head Inn, in Hogsmeade, it did have its charms. There were several rules in place for members, though; you didn't talk about your membership fees: it was a clean "don't ask, don't tell" type of thing, and if you spoke about it, the chances of you being booted from the club was about nine out of ten. He stepped from the steps and stretched, the warm morning already heating up the streets of Knockturn Alley. He wandered from it into Diagon Alley and glanced around, debating. Would he head towards Rose Lea Teabags for a pastry and a cup of tea, or towards The Leaky Cauldron and out into the muggle London for food? Decisions, decisions...