Draco was sitting to the back of the bar, watching. Even asking for simple tea was a chore. Been bringing his own supplies for some of it. Just until this tofu nonsense was sorted out. Watchful eyes for some key people in fact. That month extension was almost up. And he still owed debts to people.
A Dark Wizard, steeped in mystery and black robes, his wand close at hand. He paces the floor, his mind awhirl with anger and desperation. That someone would threaten his child, his blood...
Inconceivable.
And unallowable.
Lucius will make sure that Draco is safe, no matter what, come what may.
There was a white fox curled up in a quiet corner of the bar. Grey eyes watching the place. The fox seemed tense and troubled. But then he should be. The fox was really a wizard who might have less than a month to live.
That, right there? Is possibly the loudest, highest pitched, feminine scream that has occured in the bar for a long time. Someone is having far too much sadistic fun this halloween it seems, as one well known Death Eater is now dressed....
Currently seated near the fire is Narcissa, enjoying a nice hot cup of tea. She spent some time outside this afternoon, taking a brisk walk along the lake shore.
Eventually, however, the chill became too much and she has returned back inside to warm up.