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[fatherw]

He's stopped moping, that's a good thing.

Now he's standing in front of the door, wand in hand, trying any spell he can think of.

"Alohamora! Alohamara! Arolama! Aoaoa!"

Sadly, none of these are freeing him.

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[not_one_drop]

"It won't open."

From the vampire curled up in front of the fire, watching him lazily.

[fatherw]

He drums a tattoo on the table with his wand.

"Thats just not right."

[not_one_drop]

She shrugs.

"It's not so bad. It's better then going home for me, anyway."

[fatherw]

"Why?"

He can't believe anyone would be here willingly.

[not_one_drop]

Wrong subject. Her eyes harden.

"There's nothing there for me."

[fatherw]

"No, i mean..."

A gesture to encompass the bar.

"What's HERE?"

[not_one_drop]

"Friends. People who don't try and kill me every chance they get. No war. Food."

Not that she eats.

[fatherw]

Arthur absently touches his neck.

"I suppose this place would be like a buffet..."

[not_one_drop]

She shakes her head. "I don't drink blood anymore."

[fatherw]

A blink.

"Then...how do you live?"

[not_one_drop]

"With great difficulty, I assure you."

Rolls her eyes.

"Like anyone else."

[fatherw]

"Huh."

He shakes his head.

"This is all so weird."

[not_one_drop]

"I know."

Sighs.

[fatherw]

"I think I need to get some sleep."

And he wanders off.