The Leaky Cauldron

[Mosiah Tafari]

**pulls on the handle of the Leaky Cauldron forcefully, squinting into the dimly lit pub, his eyes adjusting to the light. He slithers his way up to the bar, eyes on the man wiping glasses behind the rail, mouth watering in anticipation of a glass filled with dark sweet rum. he reaches a stool and pulls it toward him to allow enough room to seat himself comfortably upon it. as he settles in he nods to the tender, ordering up his drink.**

"Rum will do meh."

**doesn't offer the tender any friendly faces or imply any want of conversation, he simply reaches for the glass that is set in front of him, and gives the place a good once over. he raises his glass to his mouth, and takes a long pull of the dark liquid, it's warm sweet flavours reminding him of home.*

*sits perched on the stool, his eyes observing the clientele, and takes another long drink, emptying his glass almost immediately. he pushes the glass back to the bartender and contemplates if he wants to stay. his mind is made up when he sees a dodgy looking character, it's his time, he doesn't want to spend it watching shifty wizards. as he rises from the stool he waves his finger at the fresh glass of rum being pushed in his direction. backing away from the bar he slips his hand into his cloak and pulls out enough gold for the two drinks, sets it on the bar and makes an immediate exit.*

[Greyson Ollivander]

*arrives at the Leaky Cauldron, hand still bleeding slightly, and fuming with anger. He yanks open the door and stomps up to the bar. He orders his favourite drink, Single Malt Whiskey, hoping to get good and drunk to numb the anger, and the pain from a possible broken knuckle, or two.*

*sits on a stool, sucking down the drink as fast as possible, and orders two more.*

[willow]

*Quietly enters the pub, weaving through the costumers to the bar and has a seat*

The usual please..

*Which was a double firewhiskey on the rocks*

*Glances around a bit, and takes a sip of her drink. Beginning to unwind from her long busy day and all at once sees blood coming from the man next to her*

You're bleeding you know..

*raises an eyebrow, fighting the urge to mend it here and there*

[Greyson Ollivander]

*Raises a brow, looking at his hand, he had forgotten about it bleeding. thanks to the alcohol. He looks over at the woman speaking to him and shrugs.*

Yeah, a bit, eh?

*Pushes the three empty glasses toward the end of the bar and orders another two.*

This'll make it go 'way.

*Reaches for the fresh glasses, holding his injury against one of the cool glasses, and gripping the other.*

*Mutters as the glass reaches his lips.*

Hopef'lly.

[willow]

Uh no, that there will make it bleed even more!

*Looks at him, his hand then at him again. Cant help it and flashes the St. Mungos badge*

Can I look at it, looks kinda broken...?

*Gives him a reassuring smile*

[Greyson Ollivander]

*Raises his eyes, and turns slightly toward the woman, not quite sure what she's talking about.*

Huh?

*sees her St. Mungo's badge and groans.*

No..no.. It's fine.. I'll wrap it up.

*Stands, takes off his cloak, leaving him in a rather tight white t-shirt, his arms so big they practically rip the sleeves. Grabs the bottom of his cloak and with sharp tug he tears off a bit of the cloak.*

*Throws the ripped cloak on the stool, and wraps the cloth around his fingers, wincing a bit at the pain.*

*Looks up at the woman, smiling.*

See all better.

[willow]

Right and I bet it hurts like hell.

*Shrugs, turning to face him full on*

You choice, I could make it all better..

*Smirks, checking out the muscles*

I'll be gentle I swear.

[Greyson Ollivander]

*Frowns, he's not too enthused with this idea, but the pain is getting intolerable.*

*Gestures with his index finger for her to give him a moment, and he grabs a full glass, drinks it down in one glup, shakes his head vigorously, gathering his nerve. Worried this will hurt like Hades he turns back to her, giving her an unsure smile.*

K fix me up.

*Unwraps the cloth from his hand, and holds it out to her.*

[willow]

*Grins and rubs her hands together, happy he gave in*

Let me see this.

*Takes it gently in one hand, pressing her fingers around the bone, careful not to get too close to the wound*

Whats your name?

*Says softly as she points her wand at it, casting a few silent charms to ease the pain and slow the bleeding. Glances up at him to see how he's holding up*

[Greyson Ollivander]

*Watches her examine his hand, surprised at how gentle her touch is.*

*Let's out a sigh of relief when the pain subsides, and his expression relaxes into a smile.*

Greyson Ollivander, what's yours?

*Looks into her eyes, amazed at how green they are.*

[willow]

*Feels his hand grow warm as she held onto it, a good sign he wasn't going to just bleed to death*

Willow Phoenix, glad to make your injured acquaintance Greyson.

*Laughs softly at him as he stares down at her, he clearly had to much to drink but it was cute*

So Greyson you're related to the owner of Olivander's Wand Shop then?

*Makes small talk while taking the torn cloak peaces and begins to wrap his hand properly, meaning to distract him from the pain of the binding*

[Greyson Ollivander]

*Blinks, trying to adjust his eyes on her face, his head is properly spinning now from the five glasses of whiskey.*

Ditt..o, Will..o.

*Smiles and laughs softly at how he drunkenly rhymed with her name.*

*Flinches a bit as she starts to wrap up his hand, finally feeling like an idiot for punching a brick storefront.*

Yeah....

*He says softly, sadness starting to fill his voice.*

He's my uncle.

*Anger and worry for his missing uncle begins to fill his body, his face growing red, and his uninjured hand clenches into a fist at his side.*

[willow]

*Laughs*

You sir have mad rhyming skills!

*Smooths down the edges of the wrapping, magically sealing it in place. Carefully rests his hand on his leg when shes finished*

There now that wasn't so bad, nothing I can do about the broken bone in your finger here though. You may have to come see me to get a potion to mend it.

*Leans over resting one elbow on the bar, watching his face change dramatically and knows what it must be over. His uncle was the still missing Ollivander*

I'm sorry Greyson..

*says softly, genuinely saddened at what he must be feeling*

[Greyson Ollivander]

*Gives her a toothy smile.*

I'm a poet an dinnit know it.

*Examines his hand when she's finished wrapping it, pleasantly surprised at the neat and tidy job. Groans at the suggestion of taking a potion for his broken knuckle, but knows that it's probably a good offer for him to take up.*

Thanks.

*Holds up his hand, nodding to it.*

Yeah, prolly should stop by. I'd rather do it when I've hadn't had so much to drink though.

*Shrugs off her sympathy, a bit tired of receiving so much of it lately, and angry with himself for showing signs of weakness.*

S'alright.

*Orders two drinks, one for her and for himself.*

*Grabs the drink, his anger not really subsiding and takes a deep drink.*

When I get my hands on the sunnobit@$es that are responsible....

*Lifts his hand and makes the movements of choking an invisible person, both his fists clenching so hard his knuckles turn white. Ignoring the current pain in his injured hand, he once again makes a stupid mistake, and punches the bar.*

DRAGON'S DROPPINGS!

*He roars in pain, cradling his already broken hand.*

[willow]

Oh thanks!

*takes the drink*

Yea when you've slept off tonight drop by St. Mun...

*Stops dead, watching wide eyed as he raises his fists and clenches them both. Knowing he was about to be in a world of hurt*

Merlin!

*Almost laughs but keeps in it, covering her mouth when he roars in pain from punching the bar*

You okay??