*Penny wanders into the bar and starts looking around it has been months sinces she's been in the bar and there are certain people she would love to talk to. She does't see anyone yet, so she finds a table to sit at. hopefully, someone will come over.*

This is so not the library.

And if she has to have a recurring dream, does it have to be this one?

Still, she doesn't think she sees anyone she knows, so she steps carefully into the bar, and looks around.

Anyone who's not her drunken ex-boyfriend want to explain to Hannah that this place is real?

*Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes....
Here beneath the blue suburban skys...
She's also in the bar, in a booth, reading a book and drinking a glass of coke. *

[oom: Pre-Milliways ]

“What the bloody hell is going on here? What happened to the Leaky Cauldron?”

He needs to find Fabian. Something’s not right.

So, a confused red-haired wizard (you can tell by the robes and wand), possibly related to a certain young witch, has stumbled into Milliways. Someone really should explain things to the man.

Adam is behind the bar, for his Tuesday shift.

Have at!

*with iPod in hand, Penny bops into the bar. She giggles and wanders over to the bar. *

Honey, do you think I could get a glass of coke please?

*She asks the bar and recieves one glass of coke

She looks around for someone to talk to.*

Draco was looking over the notes he got from Salazar's library on transfiguring and Animagus training. He also had been practicing the Patronus charm earlier today out back. He was back in the bar tonight with his dinner, and taking a break it seemed. He had his notes and the Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts book on the table by his meal ( Read more... )

Ginny, Is at a table.. She looks a little pale alot of green and there is a bottle of Butter beer that's just been sipped on..What's wrong? You would have to ask her..if she would tell you .. she needs a Friend.. or two..

[Delia is in the bar, poised and watchful, pretty as a doll in her green silk dress and braided, coiled hair]

[in the bar, at a table, glass of wine on the table but for once she's not drinking it...]

[instead, the delicate-seeming lady is staring out into space, though not a flicker of emotion shows on her lovely face.]

Logan. Whiskey. Bar.

The bottle came from Lilly's party. It's almost gone. He's so drunk it doesn't much matter, at this point.

It's a helluva party.