where: the hopping pot who: @hurriicaneheart when: the spring equinox
A few cocktails deep, Andromeda had faced many ghosts this evening and as the evening drew on she was sure more would emerge from the woodwork. The sight of yet another of Sirius friends by the bar didn't shock her as much as it should have done, but the liquid courage no doubt helped. "Dorcas Meadowes." She said confidently, turning to face her. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"










