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Ken Hamada, reporter for the Daily Prophet, was not at the Hog’s Head just for an unhygienic bottle of Butterbeer. He was informed that a spell developer he had been wanting to interview since his first day on the job could only be sighted in this pub every now and then in different disguises, so the newbie reporter visited the place whenever he could to try to meet the mysterious witch and finally get the article written.
It being a weekday afternoon, he was the only person in the Hog’s Head so far, disguised or not. A barely touched glass of Gillywater on the bar before him, he crossed out a sentence he wrote for a different, much more mundane article. Instead of rephrasing it, he began to doodle two stick figures duelling in the corner of the parchment, reminiscent of the expansive number of artworks he managed to create in this way during boring classes at Hogwarts.
Post by ORLA FLYNN on Apr 22, 2024 10:29:27 GMT -5
Going to Rutherford after Hogwarts had never been part of her great plan. Unfortunately for her, she was the heir to her family’s company. She wasn’t fully in control of her own life. She wanted to go into law. Her grandfather wanted her to take over the family business. In the end, they’d compromised, or rather, he had. Allowing her to study magical law at Rutherford was all he could offer. It let her do what she wanted, and as an added bonus kept her uncles at bay a little longer. They were easy to placate, but it was causing a lot of firsts, and she hated every second of it.
Stepping into the Hog’s Head, for the first time, she wondered if her short reprieve was worth it. She’d seen one of her uncle’s little underlings following her, and like an idiot, had gone into the first place she’d seen. It was exactly how she’d imagined it.
It was filthy and empty, except for someone drawing oddly familiar doodles at the bar. Avoiding eye contact, she looked around. It looked as though every surface contained a disease of some kind, and there was a smell she couldn’t place. To her, it smelled like a combination of mildew, old liquor, and something rotting. Not trusting the sort of people that would like a place like the Hog’s Head, and trying to avoid attention, Orla pulled her robes around herself and sat down—one drink. One drink to avoid looking stupid, and then she would leave.
Post by KEN HAMADA on Apr 25, 2024 12:02:31 GMT -5
Not wanting to appear expectant or eager, Ken waited a full minute before looking up when he heard the door to the pub open. He did not have to stare conspicuously at the newcomer to know that it was not his potential interviewee - a glance was all it took to recognise good ol’ Orla Flynn.
The Hog’s Head did not at all seem like her type of place, but the same could be said for him and he thought she would be surprised to see him here too. With a smirk, he returned to his drawing.
After a few finishing touches and taps of his wand, the doodle now showed a black-haired wizard turning a red-haired witch’s head into a pumpkin, then the stick figure witch retaliating by giving the wizard antlers on his head. Ken tore the drawing from the rest of the parchment and slid it along the bar to where Orla sat, then drank his Gillywater very casually.
