~Of Advice~
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@missfesterworth
Endor gave the Professor a narrow-eyed look of indignation. It was part 'don’t blame me, I’d rather not be flying about to and fro in this nasty weather’ and part 'well, you KNOW what she’s like, she wouldn’t be told.’
Being offered a perch next to the warm fireplace went some way towards soothing the feelings of the irritable owl. The butterscotch mouse certainly helped save the Professor from a pecking as well.
It was Hans who bore the brunt of Endor’s frustration when he flew the return response to the Apothecary. Endor wasn’t entirely sure he liked this interloper who spoke with such an odd accent. And he certainly didn’t like all the attention that the man got from Jil, attention that used to be showered on her feathered companion when she was single.
'AH! The little arseloch has bitten me again, and I did not do anything to deserve this,’ Hans muttered as he rubbed his shoulder. Endor sat perched there looking as pleased as a grouchy owl could look before flying back to his cage, where he sat preening his feathers.
Jil looked up with a slight giggle. 'I’m sorry, mein Liebe. I’m sure it’s meant affectionately.’ It wasn’t. 'And we need to get ready to go out. We’re going to the Hog’s Head tonight to meet my old friend for a drink and a chat.’
That evening found them approaching the tavern once the darkness had begun to settle. Hans was dressed in the wizarding attire Jil had purchased for him, and there was currently nothing to indicate that he was a stranger in a strange land.
They entered, and Jil looked around for the Professor.
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The Hog’s Head pub had never been known for its bright atmosphere. The only thing illuminating the Professor’s pale face enough to be seen was a tea light sitting in a dingy jar on the scrubbed wooden table. He’d chosen a booth in the back left corner so as to keep a proper lookout on every entrance, exit, and movement across the pub.
A groaning creak and snap of the old door mingled with the off-key jingle of the bell over the entrance.
Long spindly fingers traced the rim of a glass of fire whiskey. It had been a long day, and the awkward rush of seeing the gentleman accompanying his old student was something he’d never quite experienced before. The man seemed awfully... familiar.
“I cannot... wait... to hear the explanation behind this... this.”











