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[singintheoven]

Hedwig is in a mood tonight.

Not a very good one, but not exactly a bad one either--it's a feeling of restlessness, maybe; she's waiting for something that she doesn't know what it is and so isn't sure how or even whether she'll know when it arrives. If it arrives

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[notagoodpriest]

Well, there is a tall, lean and strong man at the bar, sporting a shaved head and bare feet. His attire is... interesting, some loose trousers that saw better days and a simple t-shirt he does not seem entirely comfortable with.

He's having tea.

[singintheoven]

He gets her attention, that's for sure.

A welcome distraction from what is sure to be a long night of drinking.

"Don't believe we've met before, honey," she says with a small smile. "New around here?"

[notagoodpriest]

The man offers a nod, and a polite smile. "Yes. And still wondering why and how." You see, it is hard to just accept such a strange shift from what was his reality.

[singintheoven]

"Just one of those mysteries of life," she says.

Or unlife, in her case. Afterlife. Whatever.

"But they've got good food, good drinks, decent music and good company, so... make the most of it, I say."