The Hog's Head Inn$3$[1]

[Seraphina Bloodworth]

*sighs as she stands, still uncomprehending what she'd just done- or not done, as the case might be*

*pays for the firewhiskey and leaves to go home*

[Morgana Knightley]

*walks into the inn through the front doors, leaves blowing in around her*

*hangs her cloak on a peg and goes behind the bar, smiling at the couple of patrons sitting on a table near the back*

*looking completely out of place in her beauty and expensive attire, she relieves the old man of his barkeeping duties for the next few hours*

*chats up a man sitting at the far end of the bar, keeping his whiskey topped off*

[Miles Bletchley]

*slinks in, a small cut on his face and plenty more in his hands and his eyes red*

*goes to the bar*

Just give me bloody anything. Strong.


*slams down a galleon*

[Blaise Zabini]

*swaggers in casually and stands next to Bletchley, slapping him on the back*

What's up, man.

Oo. You don't look happy. Women trouble?

*leans with his elbow on the bar and smirks at Bletchley*

[Morgana Knightley]

*raises a delicate eyebrow and pours him a firewhiskey*

Rough day?

*smiles at the newest punter*

What will it be for you?

[Blaise Zabini]

*eyes up the barmaid*

Haven't seen you around here before. I don't know why you want to work in this dump. You look far too classy for it.

*eyes linger on her chest*

[Miles Bletchley]

morgana said:

*raises a delicate eyebrow and pours him a firewhiskey*

Rough day?

*doesn't answer, just takes the drink and downs it*

*sighs at Zabini*

[Morgana Knightley]

*trademark pouty smirk*

Yeah, well I have my reasons.

*leans in over the bar and says in her low seductive voice*

I agree, it is a dump. But it won't be that way when I get through with it.

*straightens back up*

So what will it be stranger?

[Morgana Knightley]

*eyes the one with the blue eyes as she refills his drink, wondering what happened*

You know. Sometimes it helps to talk about it. Care to tell us how you got those?

*runs a finger gently over his cut hand*

[Blaise Zabini]

morgana said:

*trademark pouty smirk*

Yeah, well I have my reasons.

*leans in over the bar and says in her low seductive voice*

I agree, it is a dump. But it won't be that way when I get through with it.

*straightens back up*

So what will it be stranger?

I'll have my usual, icewhiskey.

*nudges Bletchley as she leans forward, revealing more cleavage down her top*

*stops when she looks back up, smiles at her charmingly*

You used to go to Hogwarts, right? Slytherin. What's your name? I'm Zabini by the way, Blaise Zabini.

*holds out his hand*

*pulls her forward*

Never mind about this one... *jerks head towards Bletchley*

He is a right miserable old man most of the time.

*laughs and stands back up straight*

[Miles Bletchley]

morgana said:

*eyes the one with the blue eyes as she refills his drink, wondering what happened*

You know. Sometimes it helps to talk about it. Care to tell us how you got those?

*runs a finger gently over his cut hand*

*quickly pulls his hand away*

You're not here to ask me questions, you're here to serve me drinks.

*narrows eyes at Zabini, sighs again, then looks back at the barmaid wondering why she's staring at him*

Same again, please.

[Morgana Knightley]

zabini said:

I'll have my usual, icewhiskey.

*nudges Bletchley as she leans forward, revealing more cleavage down her top*

*stops when she looks back up, smiles at her charmingly*

You used to go to Hogwarts, right? Slytherin. What's your name? I'm Zabini by the way, Blaise Zabini.

*holds out his hand*

*pulls her forward*

Never mind about this one... *jerks head towards Bletchley*

He is a right miserable old man most of the time.

*laughs and stands back up straight*

*smirks*

I'm Morgana.

*turns to Bletchley*

Aww, well maybe he needs some cheering up.

*pours Zabini's icewhiskey, eyes still on Bletchley*

[Morgana Knightley]

miles said:

*quickly pulls his hand away*

You're not here to ask me questions, you're here to serve me drinks.

*narrows eyes at Zabini, sighs again, then looks back at the barmaid wondering why she's staring at him*

Same again, please.

*shrugs*

Alright then. I see you're not the friendly type.

*pours him another whiskey*

[Blaise Zabini]

morgana said:

Aww, well maybe he needs some cheering up.

Pfft. Don't hold your breath, he has been like this for months.

*rolls eyes at Bletchley*
Man, don't be an old bore. You used to be fun before you got hooked on Silvery again.

[Morgana Knightley]

Silvery?

*turns back to Bletchley*

Ah! So it is woman troubles. Did she do that to you?

Oh! Sorry, forgot I'm not allowed to ask questions.

*charming smile*