You know this boogie is for real
Date: June 7, 2000
Time: Around 11 o'clock
Location: Just outside the Leaky
Characters Involved: Myron Wagtail and Severus Snape
Rating: PG, in case Severus decides to speak up on how entertaining the idea really was
Status: Incomplete
"Hello, sunshine!" Myron exclaimed enthusiastically, emerging all dressed up from his newly bought and decorated house in St Margarets (a leafy place, really, very nice in the autumn, as the agents said), greeting the new day. He had slept in, only a little, waking up just in time to get ready for his meeting (he still couldn't quite believe it was happening) with one Severus Snape. It was that brooding kind of an uptight Potions-Maker, who would take points off the future famous singer for being so absent-minded, but-- It's going to be hee-lay-raous! Myron thought, his smile widening into a grin.
It was 10.53 already, when he went out, leaving him roughly ten minutes to manage getting through the various boroughs into the City of London that hosted the entrance to the Leaky Cauldron. He could take the floo network route, however, it was just as out of question as taking a cab or a tube - far too costly for their benefit. Cabs and tubes usually took more than 30 minutes for a person to get around somewhere, while the floo would have made Myron's presence far too public, which he wanted to avoid. There was only one route left - apparition.
And so imagine the faces of a few beggars, who were lounging about on the other side of the street from the Muggle exterior of the Leaky Cauldron, when a tall and lanky figure appeared near the entrance out of nowhere. A very trendy man, mind you. He was dressed in dark brown canvas trousers, rather tight than loose, a printed black shirt over, and a white jacket, finished off with a messenger style leather flap-over bag. Flashing the gaping beggars a bright smile, Myron re-adjusted his large sepia sunglasses, before leaning against the wall - not really paying attention to whether it was dirty or not. Who cared about such mundane things when there was a meeting with Mr Snape himself on the horizon?
Time: Around 11 o'clock
Location: Just outside the Leaky
Characters Involved: Myron Wagtail and Severus Snape
Rating: PG, in case Severus decides to speak up on how entertaining the idea really was
Status: Incomplete
"Hello, sunshine!" Myron exclaimed enthusiastically, emerging all dressed up from his newly bought and decorated house in St Margarets (a leafy place, really, very nice in the autumn, as the agents said), greeting the new day. He had slept in, only a little, waking up just in time to get ready for his meeting (he still couldn't quite believe it was happening) with one Severus Snape. It was that brooding kind of an uptight Potions-Maker, who would take points off the future famous singer for being so absent-minded, but-- It's going to be hee-lay-raous! Myron thought, his smile widening into a grin.
It was 10.53 already, when he went out, leaving him roughly ten minutes to manage getting through the various boroughs into the City of London that hosted the entrance to the Leaky Cauldron. He could take the floo network route, however, it was just as out of question as taking a cab or a tube - far too costly for their benefit. Cabs and tubes usually took more than 30 minutes for a person to get around somewhere, while the floo would have made Myron's presence far too public, which he wanted to avoid. There was only one route left - apparition.
And so imagine the faces of a few beggars, who were lounging about on the other side of the street from the Muggle exterior of the Leaky Cauldron, when a tall and lanky figure appeared near the entrance out of nowhere. A very trendy man, mind you. He was dressed in dark brown canvas trousers, rather tight than loose, a printed black shirt over, and a white jacket, finished off with a messenger style leather flap-over bag. Flashing the gaping beggars a bright smile, Myron re-adjusted his large sepia sunglasses, before leaning against the wall - not really paying attention to whether it was dirty or not. Who cared about such mundane things when there was a meeting with Mr Snape himself on the horizon?