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For once, Ronan's booth table isn't carpeted by revision papers and school books.
Instead, a pint of Guinness occupies the position of honor, and the wizard is staring at the drink with something akin to religious devotion.
Finally, Ronan takes a long gulp and sits the glass back down on the table, then slouches back against the booth, eyes closed, Guinness foam marking out a shadow of a mustache on his upper lip.
Instead, a pint of Guinness occupies the position of honor, and the wizard is staring at the drink with something akin to religious devotion.
Finally, Ronan takes a long gulp and sits the glass back down on the table, then slouches back against the booth, eyes closed, Guinness foam marking out a shadow of a mustache on his upper lip.