Post by Prof. John Adams-Monroe on Mar 25, 2009 6:20:26 GMT
Trudging into the pub completely unrecognizable, John took a seat at the bar and ordered a glass of bourbon. Under the tan trench coat, the face of a ruggedly bearded man stare in only the direction of the glass in front of him. Downing the alcohol in a single shot and subsequently wiping away any saturation on his face, the coat swayed to reveal what would be muggle weaponry, a sword at is hip and 2 pistols in holders across is abdomen. He knew he was being watch by fellow patrons, but paid them no attention; they'd know better than to bother such a strange customer. Even with such a muggle appearance, a wizard would know better. John's wand was carefully hidden within the hilt of the sword.
He place the glass down again for his third refill which he drank with more relaxation. He had glimpse at the other guest, but now he took in more detail to his surroundings. He saw no other faculty of the school of witchcraft and wizardry, and felt relieved. John wished for no one to see him in his current outfit. He began to wonder if he will once again take up the position as dueling professor. So many things has happened in the short time of 3 months; though time does not always flow as it should.
John pulled the now long hair back and out of his face, and rubbed his hairy chin. He'd have to clean up quickly before people start noticing similarities. John grabbed the chain hanging from his coat and pulled out a silver pocket watch to check the time.
"One more round sir?" The clinking of a galleon on the bar stand. The barman was busy with another guess, the bottle from behind the counter floated up, and poured itself into the glass. This time, John drank even more slowly, letting fatigue creep in.
He place the glass down again for his third refill which he drank with more relaxation. He had glimpse at the other guest, but now he took in more detail to his surroundings. He saw no other faculty of the school of witchcraft and wizardry, and felt relieved. John wished for no one to see him in his current outfit. He began to wonder if he will once again take up the position as dueling professor. So many things has happened in the short time of 3 months; though time does not always flow as it should.
John pulled the now long hair back and out of his face, and rubbed his hairy chin. He'd have to clean up quickly before people start noticing similarities. John grabbed the chain hanging from his coat and pulled out a silver pocket watch to check the time.
"One more round sir?" The clinking of a galleon on the bar stand. The barman was busy with another guess, the bottle from behind the counter floated up, and poured itself into the glass. This time, John drank even more slowly, letting fatigue creep in.