Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2013 20:08:08 GMT
The Boggart’s Den was hardly a reputable place for any young dignified young Witch or Wizard, so a character of Mr. Koenigs caliber was a rare patron indeed. He sat perched upon one of many tall barstools, the dark-finished oak countertop calcified with beerwell concoctions and sticky residue in which his elbow relaxed, a black and gold balanced carefully between his index and middle finger, it’s spectral wisps of smoke unfurling into the already syrupy golden halcyon atmosphere. His back was angled in a downward slump, all airs of his usual regent importance cast aside. Delicately he flicked ash into a nearby tray. It was nearing dawn and soon the cautious habitué faces would squirm back into whatever dark dank holes they reared their ugly heads, Amadeus included, but for now his opulent high rise loft in London just sounded both comfortless and companionless. He raised the nat sherman to his colorless lips and drew in deeply. His eyes traveled the length of the bar and fell on the bartender, a large and immensely hairy Wizard who went by the name of Fenris.
”See, this is the problem with places like this. None of your bloody customers ever want to talk to one another. Supes are all so caught up in their own air of indifference,” he says out loud, rather bitterly, a scathing gaze wandering around the small pubs inhabitants. Two goblins sat in the corner playing cards, a witch who smelled strongly of hag and pickled herring at the other end of the bar sniffling silently to herself. They dared not raise their heads to Amadeus’s smug arrogance. He lifted a tumbler half-drained with an amber colored liquid and put it to his lips, siphoning the rest smoothly, reveling in the searing sensation sliding down his throat. Fenris, the bearded bartender now washing glasses with what looked like a rather dingy rag, grunted something that sounded like an uncultured ‘mrmph’ and Amadeus took it as a sound of agreement and alliance. He then swayed his way unsteadily over to Amadeus and refilled the spirit, and as a second notion also filled a glass for himself, to which the two men lightly clinked glasses.
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