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The back room in the Hog's Head was shadowy and smelled faintly of goats and sawdust. Grimy lathe and plaster walls climbed to a low ceiling, yellowed with years of tobacco smoke, the solid oak beams black with age. Candles guttered in the draught from the unlit fireplace, and even the torches, placed at regular intervals in purpose built sconces, did nothing to dispell the gloom. It was as though some invisible barrier prevented the light from reaching the centre of the room.
Albus inspected every detail from the doorway. After a moment's thought, he stepped inside and cast several wards to ensure utmost security. Once he was satisfied that they were not likely to be detected, he threw a ball of flame at the fireplace and watched grimly as it crackled into life. Finally, with the air of one who had just remembered something extremely important, he reached into his robes and produced a small cheese and a bottle of wine, and placed them on the nearest table.
All was ready. Now for the guests to arrive.
Albus inspected every detail from the doorway. After a moment's thought, he stepped inside and cast several wards to ensure utmost security. Once he was satisfied that they were not likely to be detected, he threw a ball of flame at the fireplace and watched grimly as it crackled into life. Finally, with the air of one who had just remembered something extremely important, he reached into his robes and produced a small cheese and a bottle of wine, and placed them on the nearest table.
All was ready. Now for the guests to arrive.