The Leaky Cauldron - Open to anyone.

[potion_failure]

Who : Romilda Vane & ???
Where : The Leaky Cauldron
When : Around 5PM
Rating : TBA
Summary : TBA

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[sassy_malfoy]

"I heard that one of the people who are participating in wizardwatch is YOU..." Draco said with a sneer. He looked her slowly over, from the top of her messy hair, to her dirty apron, down to her worn out shoes. He was sure she wouldn't be any competition.
"Aren't you just a lucky little thing. A cash price AND locked up in a house for 77 days with Potter." he said with an overly sweet smile.
"But even then you will never have Potter; I heard somewhere he has a thing for blonds. Now...get me an Long Island Ice Tea." he turned around, with billowing robes, a move he had learned from Snape, and returned to his friends at the back table.

[potion_failure]

Romilda gave him a foul glare. Oh, she should have recognised that sneer, but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her getting all riled up. She simply poured him his drink and slammed it on the counter with her sweetest smile. "There you go."

[kevin_montague]

"Why thank you kindly, little miss, for gracing a paying customer with your attention."

Kevin removed his gloves slowly, pulling each digit out of the snug, brown leather with a pinch from the opposite thumb and index finger. He had his traveling hat under his elbow, a brown trilby with a feather from a Bleu Cadet Rooster sticking out from its hatband. Looking back at his butler levitating the large trunk three feet behind him, he gave a small nod, acknowledgement which the butler returned, but with a bow, before the trunk was lowered to the floor. The man then backed away, disappearing out of the door. Kevin stroked at his gloves slowly, his eyes focusing on an invisible spot.

"I will be needing a strong drink. None of that cat urine you sell to the commoners...", he said with quite some distain in his voice. "...but a real drink. Calvados. And I want old Calvados. A year from the Cyranos family will do fine

[potion_failure]

She turned to another customer standing a little behind Malfoy and her eyes widened slightly at the sight. 'Oh, isn't he hot...' She thought to herself, but kept a straight face.

She nodded quietly at his order and reached underneath the counter, pulling out a bottle of old Calvados. She knew Tom kept it there because he preferred to drink it himself instead of serving it to customers. She poured him a glass and put it in front of him, before turning back to her dishes.

[kevin_montague]

He reached for his drink, holding the glass up against the faint light streaming in from the vaulted windows. The colour, a deep, reddish mahogany got a golden tint in the sunlight, the liquid pure and unsoiled. He smiled smugly, holding the crystal glass up against his nose, drawing in the scent of apples and dried apricots, just a hint of almond slipping quickly through his conscious, almost too quick for him to notice. But his palate favored Calvados and he caught hold of it before it disappeared.

"Good ole Tom. Won't serve anyone this unless they specifically ask for it, I wager...miserly bastard."

He took his glass to the table he'd decided on, looking down with slight aversion at his designated chair. He wrapped his dark green traveling cloak around him before sitting down, placing his hat and gloves on the table.

[potion_failure]

So he was hot, he was an insuffrable snob, too. Romilda watched him curiously from the corner of his eye, but didn't make a remark when he spoke about Tom. She picke up a dish towel and started to dry off the glasses.

[crazy_lovegood]

Luna entered The Leaky Cauldron - that dark, little, filthy place. She had to do some shopping in Diagon Alley and just decided to have a drink. She didn't normally drink, but she was feeling more lonely, than usual ...
She looked around in the little place - not many people in there ... Malfoy, the quite good looking, but also arrogant boy, sitting as the center of his friends, who were adoring him as usual - "that little blond prince charming can get everything and everyone he wants - both guy and girl" she thought to herself.

And there, sitting lonely in a corner ... Wasn't it Montague - she haven't seen him for years, but he actually turned out quite good looking too. But she wasn't that much into men - men were to much for her to handle, unless they were sweet and soft guys - as Neville ...

She walked up to the bar to have her drink and saw that Romilda was on job. "Oh no - not the Potter-stalker" she thought to herself before opening her mouth to say: "Excuse me ... Can I have something quite strong to drink, please?"

[potion_failure]

Romilda glanced at the clock. Her shift would be over in less than half an hour, but with more people streaming in, she would be doing overtime. She heaved a sigh when someone else called out for her. She slapped her dish towel on her shoulder and turned around. She gave a faint smile as she recognised Luna Lovegood.

"What would you like?"

[crazy_lovegood]

"The strongest you have?" Luna said, a bit nervous about drinking anything stronger than butterbeer ...

[potion_failure]

Romilda cocked an eyebrow. "I think you'd better start with a Firewhiskey." She poured Luna a glass and put it in front of her.

[hermione_ww]

Hermione walked secretively into the Leaky Cauldron. She hadn't been back here for some time, not being much of a pub person. Unsurprisingly, the place hadn't changed.

Well, apart from the fact that Draco was there. She'd just do her best to ignore him.

Romilda Vane was serving drinks. They'd got on reasonably well at Hogwarts, but had never been particularly close or anything. Hermione smiled, a slight but friendly smile, as she ordered half a pint of Butterbeer.

And then saw a sight that brought her to a complete standstill.

Although she still exuded that faint air of strangeness, the past five years had definitely been kind to Luna - she was looking positively radiant, and jaw-droppingly attractive.

Wondering vaguely how many drinks it would take to persuade Luna to come with her back to Dorking that evening, Hermione walked nervously up to her, taking several deep breaths to calm her nerves.

"Hi," she said, smiling and embarrassed. "How are you?"

[crazy_lovegood]

Luna looked up, surprised that someone in the bar place did speak to her, as she thought her, Montague, Draco and Romilda would be the only ones there ...
She saw Hermione - still having her bushy hair and the kind of "clever-aura" hanging around her - but she still had changed ... Looking more ... Ah - woman-ish, or something like that.

Luna wasn't used to think of Hermione in that way - at Hogwarts, Hermione had been the clever friend of Harry, Ron and Ginny, but a bit out of Luna's touch - it actually made her a bit nervous to have to talk to that girl, who she had been looking up to for years ... "Oh - what to say - something clever, or smart - what does she think about seeing me in here - drinking - arrrh, what to say!?!" she thought desperately to herself ...

"Uhm ... Hi there, long time, no see - heheh" She smiled and looked a bit confused ... She felt stupid! "I'm okay, I think. Doing some research on new interesting creatures and so on ... What about you?" She smiled a tiny, shy smile ...

[hermione_ww]

Hermione felt a little flustered. "I'm, erm, fine, thanks. Working at the Ministry. There's a few of the old gang there - you know, the DA and the Order. We're trying to make it a better place than it was." She smiled, and sipped tentatively on her Butterbeer. She decided there was no time like the present. "Look," she said, gesturing around her, "I don't know about you, but this isn't really my kind of place, and I don't really fancy being this close to Draco all evening, so," and here she could feel her embarrassment level rising with the pitch of her voice, and tried to control herself, "do you fancy coming back to my place? Or, um, something? It'll be much quieter." And much more private, she thought to herself...

[crazy_lovegood]

Luna blushed a little but she was excited - she hasn't had that much of invitations trough her life, so this one made her happy.
"Yeah of course I will" she hesitated to give her answer and in her excitement, she almost dropped her drink to the floor - "Oh, I'm so clumsy, hihi - but yes, I would like to. I just have to finish my drink and say hi to Neville - it's been a long time sine the last time I saw him ..."

[bitchy_nuisance]

Pansy wrinkled her nose as she stepped in through the door of the Leaky Cauldron. Dear Merlin! Why did the entrance to Diagon Alley have to be through this filthy, little pigsty?
'There had better not be anything disgusting on the floor,' Pansy thought as she simply refused to her have her new boots ruined by whatever these commoners passed off as a clean floor.

Walking over to the bar, she tapped her newly manicured fingertips against the counter impatiently. She waited for a few moments while looking around and spotting Draco sitting further away with the rest of his fan club, even Montague was here. When no server came forward to take her order, she called out.

"Oi, missy! Get a move on, people actually have other things to do than wait for their drinks." Pansy sneered. "While you're at it, I'll have a Firewhiskey on the rocks and it had better be the best brew you have, don't water it down and the ice has to be fresh."

[kevin_montague]

"Ah, Miss Parkinson. A fresh morning breeze, as always."

He bowed his head ever so slightly, eyes glittering with a peculiar sort of acknowledgment, decidedly slytherin, his voice making it hard to judge whether he was sarcastic or sincere.

Kevin caught the distinct movements of the innkeeper and raised his voice ever so slightly.

"Ah, Tom. I would like some more of the Calvados I was served earlier if you please."

The other man made his way to the bar, obviously grumpy at the thought of sharing his finest liquor. He made his way slowly to Kevin's table and poured for him, before hastily turning back.

"Leave the bottle, if you will."

Tom sat down the bottle on the table a bit harder than needed and left, cursing under his breath.

[I am presuming that Tom is a npc that we can use as we wish here...]

[bitchy_nuisance]

"Montague." Pansy inclined her head in greeting and sat down across the table from him, she was still a bit miffed that the waitress had completely ignored her. She sneered and brushed off a few dust specks from the shoulders of her dark green robes.

When she saw Montague hailing down the innkeeper, she quickly grabbed a hold of him and repeated her order. Satisfied at last that she would get her drink, she turned her attention back to the other Slytherin.

"So... what is your pampered arse doing here? I never thought I would see you in this place."

[kevin_montague]

He chuckled at her choice of words