[ OOM: In which Angelina is drafted and a familiar face makes a reappearance.]

[OOC: Much thanks to Nny and Sophie for putting this together for me. ]

I think this is the lesson I was supposed to learn. I think I was supposed to know where my memories of Susanne came from, and why. I think that was what was keeping me here. And I think I hope this is not just wishful thinking.All the times he's opened that door, he's seen nothing but a void, a swirling mass of darkness and destruction and he's ( Read more... )

*Charlie staggers through the door. He's a little unsteady*

( upstairs, this morning )

Bill has taken a table near the back of the bar, away from the bulk of the crowd, and he's writing.

Furiously.

There's an untouched cup of tea at his side, and an equally untouched plate of biscuits and cheese. All his concentration is on the parchment; his writing is an absolute flurry of blue streaking across the

*Bernard makes his way out of the Staff Quarters, looking... not too bad. He's got his newspapers in his hand.

He gets a cup of coffee and a bagel from the bar and sits at his table, reading.

His face turns grim.*

*Paper-white, Bernard walks behind the bar from his table where Charlie Weasley and Crowley still sit talking amiably. He takes a deep breath and lights a new cigarette off the old one.*

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*Bernard strolls out of the Staff Quarters, looking hopeful. Not seeing the person he most wants to see, he snags a bottle of Sauza Gold and a shot glass and sits at his usual table, smoking and thinking.*

*Charlie wanders into the bar, yawning, and looks around to see if there's anyone he knows*

*walks into the bar, singed*

Water, please. Lots of water.

*walks into the bar looking worried, and hurries over to Tonks*