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Post by Aberforth Dumbledore on Aug 19, 2007 17:28:50 GMT
The Hog's Head InnLocated a block or so off High Street, the Hog's Head Inn has been a fixture of Hogsmeade for hundreds of years. A worn-out wooden sign hangs over the door, advertising with a "wild boar's severed head leaking blood onto the white cloth around it". It's known for its cheapness, at least relative to the Three Broomsticks down the street, and attracts a "shall we say... interesting clientele," at least according to Albus Dumbledore. The bartender, for at least twenty years, has been Albus's brother, Aberforth Dumbledore.
The pub doesn't seem to be a particularly popular spot among adults, either; even on a Saturday afternoon when the Three Broomsticks was full, the Hog's Head was empty enough for Aberforth to be spotted out on the street. Then, the night that Harry and Dumbledore walked through Hogsmeade before disapparating to the seaside cave, the Three Broomsticks was described as "raucuous" and the Hog's Head "completely empty".
Those that do frequent the Hog's Head seem to be of a particular sort, as described by both Hagrid and Dumbledore above. More specifically, they all tend to keep their heads covered. This, at least, explains why Hagrid did not realize who he was dealing with when he won a dragon egg from a disguised Quirrell here during Harry's first year; it also explained how both Mundungus Fletcher and Willy Widdershins were able to spy on Harry and his classmates when they met here four years later.
The bar in the Hog's Head is small and extraordinarily dirty and strewn with sawdust, with the windows nearly opaque and the floor all but invisible beneath the dirt. There is an "ancient wooden till" behind the bar that serves as cash register, and the entire room smells strongly of "something that might have been goats." Even the rags behind the bar seem filthy; at one point, as Aberforth continues to wipe a glass, Harry notes that it seems to be getting dirtier.
Behind the bar is a "rickety wooden staircase" leading up to a sitting room, most likely an open area between the guest rooms, with a fireplace and a curtained window looking down at the street. The guest rooms themselves are located above the bar, and like the bar itself are not noted for being especially clean. Sybill Trelawney, for example, warns Harry against bedbugs.
Above the fireplace in the upstairs sitting room is a portrait of Ariana Dumbledore. Through this portrait is a secret passage, leading into the Room of Requirement in Hogwarts. This passage "opened up" when Neville Longbottom began living in the room in the spring of 1998, though we have no way to know whether the portrait might have led to another part of Hogwarts prior to that time.Taken from the HPL Hog's Head Inn
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Post by Miles Bletchley on Aug 19, 2007 17:33:27 GMT
*walks downstairs from his temporary lodgings and sits at the bar*
*orders a bottle of whiskey and drops a handful of coins on the counter*
*nods at Aberforth as he pours out a glass, then grabs it and downs it in one*
*turns and looks suspiciously at the only two patrons in the pub*
*pulls his hood up over his head and pours himself another whiskey*
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Post by Miles Bletchley on Aug 19, 2007 18:13:41 GMT
*takes the bottle and glass and goes to the farthest table from the door*
*leans back and props his feet up on the rickety wooden table*
*enjoys his drink in peace*
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Post by Dante Fuilteach on Aug 19, 2007 19:50:16 GMT
*Walks in, scarcely believing his luck when he sees Bletchley*
*Looks very out of place in his foppish clothes, and sits down opposite Bletchley*
Good evening to you, sir!
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Post by Miles Bletchley on Aug 19, 2007 19:54:52 GMT
*quirks a brow at the strangely dressed man in front of him*
I do not believe you had an invitation. I drink alone.
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Post by Dante Fuilteach on Aug 19, 2007 20:05:09 GMT
As do I, sir. But I'm acquainted with a friend of yours.
*Gives Bletchley his most charming smile*
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Post by Miles Bletchley on Aug 19, 2007 20:08:54 GMT
*keeps eyebrow raised*
Friend? You must be mistaking me for someone else then. I have no friends.
*takes a drink, eyes piercing the stranger's*
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Post by Dante Fuilteach on Aug 19, 2007 20:10:53 GMT
Ah, your old Slytherin friends would be disappointed, Miles.
My name is Dante Fuilteach, by the way.
*Uses all his vampiric talents to help put Miles at his ease*
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Post by Miles Bletchley on Aug 19, 2007 20:15:07 GMT
*laughs*
Now I know you have the wrong man for sure.
If you don't mind, I'd like to finish this bottle in peace.
*motions for him to be on his way*
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Post by Dante Fuilteach on Aug 19, 2007 20:18:17 GMT
*Raises a perfect eyebrow*
Well, if that is the case, allow me to fetch you a drink by way of apology.
*Goes to the bar and gets a bottle of the strongest Firewhiskey they sell*
*Walks back over to the table and pours a heady measure for Bletchley*
There we are...
Would you mind if I joined you for a drink?
I'm at a bit of a loose end this evening.
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Post by Miles Bletchley on Aug 19, 2007 20:22:50 GMT
*watches him suspiciously as he goes to the bar, then narrows eyes when he returns*
You must not have understood me the first two times I told you. I drink alone. Now beat it.
*ignores the new whiskey and refills his glass with his own bottle, anger showing in his eyes as he stares at the man*
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Post by Dante Fuilteach on Aug 19, 2007 20:28:00 GMT
Fair enough!
*Raises his hands and leaves the bottle of whiskey on the table*
Forgive me for my intrusion.
*Stands and bows*
*Takes a seat on the other side of the room, wondering if he can probe his mind without him realising it*
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Post by Miles Bletchley on Aug 19, 2007 20:33:09 GMT
*glares at him as he walks away, fury burning inside him*
Bloody freak! I'm outta here.
*grabs his bottle, stands up and turns on the spot, disapparating in a swirl of black robes and leaving the man's bottle untouched.*
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Post by Dante Fuilteach on Aug 19, 2007 20:39:18 GMT
*Frowns, feeling grouchy that he was unsuccessful*
*Leaves the pub*
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Post by Blaise Zabini on Aug 21, 2007 20:36:39 GMT
*shoves the cranky door open, waves the dust from in front of him and speaks to Bletchley*
Ugh. We are better than this place man.
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