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[15 Jul 2018|03:45pm] |
Something Wicked was about the only bar she frequented of late. The Leaky was so drab it was depressing to be within an inch of it, and going anywhere near Hogsmeade around this time of year always set her teeth on edge with that lingering scent of Christmas in the air. Add the fact that the place was women only and it meant she could enjoy her drink in peace without pawing hands or unwanted advances. Delacour had created a fairly decent atmosphere--not that she'd admit that out loud.
That night, she had set herself up at the bar for the night far enough away from the hen party in the corner booth. Every now and then there was a squeal of delight from the party that made her roll her eyes and had her wondering just how long she would make it before taking a bottle home with her.
"I'm trying out a new range of cocktails," the barmaid greeted as she settled before her holding a ridiculous pink concoction... with glitter. The cool flick of Pansy's eyes made her add, "It's free."
"I wouldn't be seen dead drinking that," Pansy remarked just as the cocktail began to admit clouds of candy-floss.
Yeah, that early night was looking awfully appealing just then.
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