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.

((IM: Arthur is in the cells, come visit him!))

Here he sits, a sad and lonely soul, trying to cope. For WOE! his world has come crashing down, and the stars have fallen from the sky, the moon lost her orbit to crash into the sun. The heavens mourn for his pain, or they should, for to be hurt in such a manner, to be so cruelly treated, the entire world should stop for him ( Read more... )

There is one slightly burnt Arthur in bar ( Read more... )

Ginny's in the bar.. she's smiling she's happy come chat her up

[OOC: Her Mun is a little down looking for a laugh.]

"No, really Helena, this place is never used, trust me. What? No, I don't bring any other girls here, you know you're the only one for ( Read more... )

Molly is at the bar, ignoring a plate of pasta and sipping at a glass of wine as she watches the other patrons.

It's a lazy night for her, so she's left her unicycle upstairs.

::slouches over a bar-stool wincing:: Ah... I'm getting too old for all this. That's the third time this week that damned chair has found it's way back into my office. Anyone seen the barman? I could use a brandy.

::sits down somwhere near the middle of the bar and grins at all the odd people slouching about::

Barkeep, I'd like a a glass of red wine.-

Life is so stressdul, great to be here where all that isn't real any more...