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[cthatcherhale]

Week Name/Date/Time: 'Summer '06' / July 14th, 2006 / 8:05 PM
Location: The Three Broomsticks
Open To: Thatcher & Isaac
Currently Involving: Thatch and Ike, hopefully :O

He honestly didn't look like he belonged there.

What other bartenders in town showed up for work wearing dress trousers, pressed shirt (complete with a golden stud on each french cuff

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[isaac_w]

Some things never did change. Thatcher was an exemplary choice to define that statement

[cthatcherhale]

Somewhere in the middle of feigning interest over the Pimm-drinking brunette, Thatcher's gaze shifted slightly to follow a movement he noticed from across the room. It looked something like.. a hand. Cleaning off a table. His tableMerlin, had he let the place turn into a mess while Rosemerta stepped out

[isaac_w]

Thatcher should have taken pride in his work, because after all, the table was so clean Isaac could see himself in it. It was just a habit he had picked up when he entered a restaurant or pub-like establishment. Not like he was stuck up or anything, contrary to many of Thatcher's past insults towards him, just a quick sweep would always do one good before sitting himself at the table.

Isaac shook his head and began to rebutt the bartender's apology but then he caught the eyes and face of the farmiliar and unforgettable Thatcher Hale at his gaze. "Thatcher?" He was rather surprised to catch him here, never ever expecting he would. Isaac rose himself up slowly to make a proper greeting to his old mate, "No kidding. What are you doing here? Found yourself a job here, did you?"

Indeed, even though it was only a few weeks since the two had seen each other, it had seemed like years. Funny how that worked out.

[cthatcherhale]

Well, that was always Thatcher's goal. He was quite the self-absorbed type and loved the sort of tables that he could see himself in. It was like.. scrub scrub scrub, oh, who's that handsome man? Imagine that, it's me. Lovely tables, really.

His face broke into a broad smile as he slipped a hand into Isaac's, shaking it as the other hand wound round to pat his friend on the back. Man-hug, that's what it was. Preferred greeting of all these men that Hogwarts released out into the world.

The wizarding world wasn't so small that they'd never see one another again, but still! When one went from constant contact to hardly any at all, it practically threw one's system off-kilter. And honestly, they were adults now and had to face reality. They weren't in the sort of world where anyone's presence was protected. He'd hate to admit it himself but the last time one saw another could very well be the last time. They were outside of the protection of Dumbledore now... he'd never admit to being even the slightest bit afraid, but he