Feb 5, 2017
Open || Diagon Alley
“Please don’t stop that on my behalf,” he drawled as he leaned against a pillar close to the bar. The leaky couldron was, quite possibly, his least favourite place to be and yet, here he was, socializing.
“Darlin’, gimme another?” he said, as he leant over to set his glass on the counter. His American accent slipped through and he smiled at his own pathetic drawl, before turning back to the person that had, so rudely, interrupted him while wallowing.
“...unless you need me, by any account.”
