Care for a drink(Open)

[Jarold Ice]

His footsteps echoed along the cobblestone below as the wizard weaved his way through passing people. It was indeed quite busy in this part of London, but he wasn’t particularly surprised. Hogsmeade was a popular place where students and adults gathered. Jarold himself had always been interested in the small sweet shops or broom stores that were lined about the streets. He hadn’t visited such places since he was a young boy attending Hogwarts. But, he was no longer at Hogwarts now, in fact, he was simply making his way to the Leaky Cauldron for a quick butterbeer. Indeed it was odd for him to be out and about in the crowded streets. He didn’t take time off like this and was often busy with the Order of otherwise trying to keep his health up. But that was exactly why he was here. He needed a break. His head was killing him and his thoughts were irrational, thus he figured perhaps some socializing and a breath of fresh air would do him good.

Jarold Ice looked just as he always did. He was shabby and worn, wearing graying robes that were frayed and faded in colour. His face looked extremely tired and fatigue lines ran down the sides of his cheeks. The man had never really paid much attention to his appearance, mainly because he was use to it. Smoothing back his light brown hair with a hand, he quickly turned the corner and moved up towards the doorway of the Leaky Cauldron.

He could already see how crowded it was in there, through the window, and this made him a little uneasy. Hesitating, he looked back over his shoulder, before taking a deep breath and going on inside. This particular pub had always been very warm and inviting, so instantly afterwards, Jarold’s fears diminished. He padded across the creaky floorboards and settled himself at a booth at the back of the room, away from most of the chattering and jeering students. He was content with just watching them for now. He didn’t like attention and his tired body made it difficult for him to keep up with anything lively nowadays.

[Narcissa Malfoy]

It was a warm night and the darkness had fallen over the streets of London, Narcissa strolled down the streets her long blonde hair flowing out behind her. She was wearing a black skirt and white shirt she was dressed for a court hearing at the ministry for Lucius but it hadn’t gone to well and she had returned with dampened spirts.

Pushing her blonde hair from her face she decided to stop off at the leaky cauldron she wasn’t quite ready to be alone yet and didn’t want to return to Hogwarts. She knew that the dark lord was planning a raid of Azkaban but she was unsure of how he would treat lucius.

She entered the Leaky cauldron and was greeted by laughter and the sound of clinking classes. The Pub was rather crowed something she hadn’t expected, normally it was the three broomsticks that was the busiest. She sighed and made her way to the bar, which was easier said than done when there where people blocking it.

She just managed to get to the bar and find a stool before a small fight broke out between two wizards. She rolled her eyes and watched as the barman tried to intervene yet two spells whizzed past her just missing her and two others and hitting the wall behind causing several glasses to fall from the shelf and smash.

She pursed her lips and slipped further back into the bar avoiding two spells she slipped into a booth. She didn’t see the man sat their quietly.

[Jarold Ice]

He pressed his fingers to his temples, and turned his head casually to gaze out of the window beside him. He watched witches and wizards alike scuttling around the streets and going on about their business. Jarold smiled to himself, as the thought was quite comforting to him. Everything was… normal in the wizarding world right now. Or as normal as it could be. And that was a great relief, seeing as the past couple of years had been rather tense what with the rise of the Dark Lord. The wound was pleased to see that people carried on as usual, and did not reveal the burden of knowing that dark times lay ahead. Sighing softly to himself, the shabby looking wizard lifted his head and flagged down a waitress to get him a Butterbeer. The idea of being out in public was still rather peculiar to the man, but his nervousness was breaking.


Once more he smiled gently and shook his head in a sad way. It seemed quite pathetic in his opinion, to be alarmed by other people. But it was just that Jarold wasn’t use to it, and so he felt out of place. He normally shut himself up in his office or made it a point to remain unseen.

Upon hearing his name, the wizard blinked back his thoughts and gazed up at a rather tall, but familiar looking older wizard looking down at him. At first Jarold was surprised, he hadn’t expected Dorimer to be wandering around the streets of Hogsmeade – but then again, he hadn’t expected that he would be either. Nodding curtly, he allowed a small smile to paint itself across his lips and the man stood up. Dorimer left to get some things and Jarold saw Narcissa sitting at the bar.

Jarold got hit by the two wizards as he used his cane to knock them both out. "Don't ever think to attack me again."Jarold said. "Or I will put you into Askaban,"Jarold said. He then walked to Narcissa. "Hello Narcissa."Jarold said.

[Narcissa Malfoy]

Narcissa shook her head, all she wanted was for a quiet drink but people had to come and spoil it with their childish bickering, Narcissa had a mind to go and Crucio them both, but she didn’t fancy doing it in a crowed pub so instead she just glared at them.

She glanced up at the professor who had shooed the two away; she had only really spoken to him once at Hogwarts. Her eyes followed the two wizards who Professor Ice had spoken to and watch them leave the pub still bickering. “Hello Professor” she replied with one of her best smiles.

The bartender who had been trying to break up the fight gazed thankfully at the professor and returned to his job. “I didn’t expect you to be here” she added crossing her legs and pushing a strand of hair from her face. The Bartender came up to her and she ordered herself a white wine.

She waited for the bartender to return with the wine “So what brings you here?” she asked glancing around the pub.