Where: Hog’s Head Inn | Who: Anyone
Hog’s Head Inn was the furthest thing from luxury. From its dingy decor to its ever so musky smell, the establishment wasn’t known for being a friendly place... although perhaps that was one of its charms? The meek never ventured far enough to sit in its seats, preferring Three Broomsticks to this hole in the wall. Instead of boisterous students, Hog’s Head was home to the unsavory folk. The kind that got too curse-happy once they had enough firewhiskey. Bellatrix looked to her left, her glass touching her lips. There was a pair of thieves, with their trophies displayed on their table. No one would pay them much mind while they counted their winnings. To her right, a group of wizards that kept their voices much too hush to be speaking about anything legal. Bellatrix smirked. While each man fancied himself menacing, it was an eighteen-year-old girl that was the most dangerous person in the room.
A small breeze and a clatter of the door announced another visitor. Perhaps it was someone looking for trouble, or someone who wanted a piece of mind? Either way, Bellatrix kept her eyes on her drink. The chair next to her slide across the wooden floor and she raised an eyebrow. It was certainly a bold choice, after all, the name Bellatrix Black wasn’t synonymous with welcoming. Placing her empty glass on the table, she licked her lips. “Three Broomsticks is a couple doors over, love.” Ever so amused, she cast her eyes on the stranger, raking them up and down.
