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Title: A Night at the Pub

[murf1307]

The bar gets cleared out by men in ridiculous black cloaks and skull masks, who are waving bloody sticks around in the air.

John stays exactly where he is, seated at the bar with a whiskey.

Then there are flashes of light from nowhere, and several others who hadn't left are lying prone or on their backs, draped over chairs and tables or laid out on the floor.

There's a crack from nowhere, and John fumbles for his gun before he realizes that the newcomer is about seventeen or eighteen, carrying a sword along with one of those sticks. There's a cut on the boy's cheek, and he's covered in dust and grime -- his sweater doesn't look like its been washed in weeks.

The boy glances at him. "Neville Longbottom, sorry about this," he says, before turning back and advancing on the nutters in the robes.

Another volley of those lights, and when John can see again, the boy has a long gash down his sword-arm, but he's still fighting -- now he's got the sword in his other hand and is slicing at the others, who disappear in clouds of smoke only to reappear on the other side of the bar.

John remembers his gun, and it takes no more than a second for him to fire. The first cloaked figure crumples, shot in the knee, and John's just a little surprised at the reaction that creates among his fellows.

Namely, they start rushing around like chickens with their heads cut off. This makes it easy for the boy to use his sword and stick to bring the rest of them down.

When it's all over, John walks over to the boy. "You need a doctor," he says, pulling him back toward the bar.

"Why aren't you...?"

John just looks at him. "Whatever this was, it doesn't seem likely to happen again. And my flatmate once put a severed head in our fridge. Very little surprises me anymore."

The boy raises both eyebrows. "A severed head?"

"He had some experiment to do on saliva. I didn't ask for more details than that."

Re: Title: A Night at the Pub

[zeta_tales]

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Re: Title: A Night at the Pub

[murf1307]

this fill... i keep waiting for my heart to explode, it was so full of asesome.

I actually got a bit tachycardic reading it, LOL.
Neville + John = awesomeawesome