Happy Hour Draft
When Bar presents Luna with a message on a napkin, she reads it with interest, nods, and replies, “Why, yes. I believe I can do that.”
A few moments later she’s behind the bar, a bright blue apron tied over her school uniform. She’s using colored chalk to draw an elaborate border around a board announcing:
Specials
Tea
Pumpkin Juice
Butterbeer
A free cookie if you answer the riddle:
I am as light as a feather, but the strongest man can’t hold me for more than a minute. What am I?
One tap of her wand and the border begins flashing like Muggle Christmas lights, the colors chasing themselves around in a never-ending circle. Luna looks out over Milliways.
“Happy Hour is open.”
A few moments later she’s behind the bar, a bright blue apron tied over her school uniform. She’s using colored chalk to draw an elaborate border around a board announcing:
Specials
Tea
Pumpkin Juice
Butterbeer
A free cookie if you answer the riddle:
I am as light as a feather, but the strongest man can’t hold me for more than a minute. What am I?
One tap of her wand and the border begins flashing like Muggle Christmas lights, the colors chasing themselves around in a never-ending circle. Luna looks out over Milliways.
“Happy Hour is open.”