teyrngar | Butterbeer Greetings
The young guardian was seated quietly in the Three Broomstick fiddling nonchalantly with a half empty glass of butterbeer. Twiddling one hand on the cup's handle and the other tapping rhythmically on the table, Mary looked up to find an enchanting female. Instantly a polite smile graced her lips, "Oh hello, am I taking your seat miss?"










