location: the leaky cauldron for: @sqviidboy status: closed
it was to no surprise that diagon alley’s most popular pub was bustling with witches, wizards and other magical creatures in the midst of the spring festival. though, most had decided to purchase drinks and enjoy them in the pleasantries of the outdoors. the leaky cauldron often smelled like a combination of warm oakwood from their slightly creaky floorboards, mildew from the wear and tear of their walls, and alcohol from the butterbeers and shots of firewhiskey they sold to loyal patrons. though in celebration of the spring festival, the subtle smell of camellias and witch hazels intermingled with the arguably comforting scents of the pub. just after speaking and collecting drinks from the olden bartenders up front, kenneth trowler sat down at one of the tables in a cozy corner of the pub. his cerulean eyes shone brilliantly in sync with a bright flame peering out of a candle centerpiece. he laughed brightly and made a playful jibe at a comment that one of his near and dear friends made before she finally parted ways from him to go on her elusive, spring festival date. what remained was kenneth trowler, uncharacteristically nursing an elderflower cocktail and entertaining himself through watching the drunken crowd as he awaited his forthcoming company to arrive.