Gail Ollivander (Starter) 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: diagon alley. 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: open ( @startertms ) Gail had sat down for a drink in the leaky cauldron, eyes cautiously scanning the room. They’d already been greeted by a plethora of names and faces that they somewhat recognized, all greeting them warmly with the familiarity of being old friends. They doubted any of the patrons of the bar knew them as friends, but responded to them in a manner that didn’t immediately send them away. After all, having fans was a big part of their role as a musician, and they knew that anything they did would go to the press if they made a mess of it. Sliding into a seat at the bar, they took their butterbeer and gave it a short sip.
“Do you come here often?” they asked the person next to them, trying to hide their disgust at the drink. Not everyone knew they were a vampire, and it typically caused a panic when they were recognized as one. Of course, there were rumors, but they hadn’t been proven. A manicured hand tapped the table, nails sharp and painted a maroon red.