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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2016 5:50:12 GMT
Oliver Clarke was not a man who enjoyed his drinks, although tea was usually his drink of choice. Work was starting to grow more tiresome and he more weary and times like these called for something a little stronger than peppermint tea. He found himself at The Three Broomsticks, half working and half not, but indulging in a glass of firewhiskey all the same. The pub had come under much Ministry scrutiny lately due to suspected Werewolf activity and he was there to 'investigate'. The Minister had deputized her own private army in her crusade against the werewolves but people were scared, a large percentage of the Prophet readers having bought into Ministry propaganda coupled with some unfortunately timed attacks. Scared people liked to report things and numerous 'tips' and werewolf complaints came pouring in, often bogging down the enforcers to the point their work tended to spill over into other sections. As a Hit Wizard, his skill and talents were usually reserved for very specific tasks, taking down dangerous dark wizards. When there was no dark wizard to take down he was shuffled around to help other departments.
This gig wasn't so terribly bad, as long as he didn't put too much effort into it. It was at odds with his moral compass, he didn't believe in the Ministry's mission to vilify it's furrier citizens but he could sit at the pub, enjoy a good drink and keep an eye out for trouble. Trouble he could probably mitigate, maybe even in favor of a werewolf. He was dressed as any other patron, jeans that looked like they'd been worn one too many times, his signature leather jacket over a plain black t-shirt and an old, patched knit cap pulled low over his ears. Ollie was content on his bar stool, 'investigating' by occasionally pausing to observe the patrons and the workers. Nope... No one looked furry or vicious. All good.
It might have been unscrupulous to drink on the clock, but the whole of the campaign.. the witch hunt, if you would, was unscrupulous so he wasn't overly concerned with it. If anyone dared call him on it, he'd play it off as 'blending in'. It would look odd for a guy to sit there with a glass of lemonade.. or tea. Aaah, tea. He could definitely go for some peppermint tea. The thought bounced around in his brain and he was jolted out of his thoughts of Madam Puddifoot's by a tap on his shoulder.
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Post by Danielle 'Dani' Carson on Dec 2, 2016 6:07:03 GMT
Rosa had gotten the day off, so Dani was pulling double duty with the bar and the rest of the customers in the pub. Thankfully it was a slower night or she would have been going crazy. But so far she was keeping up alright. As it was, she was too busy to pay too much attention to any one patron aside from noticing when their glasses were getting close to empty.
There was one man, however, who was starting to stand out. He was sitting at the bar in a leather jacket and worn jeans. Nothing too out of the ordinary about him, although they didn’t get too many hats like that in here. But he kept looking around the place. At first Dani had shrugged it off as a bored patron looking for some entertainment. It happened often enough. The longer it went on though the more she began to feel he was actually looking for something. And that put her on edge. The last full moon had been a mess for all of them, and then there were those two enforcers who kept poking around the place. They gave Dani the creeps. Maybe it would be worth talking to this guy. See if she could find out what he wanted. No one had found anything yet, but it was probably only a matter of time.
Dani had a metal tray tucked under her arm, freshly relieved of the drinks it carried, as she headed over to the bar. She tapped the man on the shoulder and gave him a smile. “Can I get you anything?” Just a sweet bartender doing her job in hopes of getting a good tip. Nothing suspicious at all. Besides, this guy didn’t strike her as the booze type, although she couldn’t quite put her finger on why.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2016 2:42:16 GMT
Time ticked by and Ollie slowly drained his glass of fire whiskey. The alcohol burned the back of his throat but it wasn't an unpleasant sensation, just different. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. People drifted in, drank their liquor, laughed with their friends and then drifted back out into the cold and the snow. He didn't hear anything of note either, although it was harder to tune into individual conversations through the dull roar of a crowded bar. The Hit-Wizard didn't put much effort into his 'investigation', really as he preferred not to be faced with the moral dilemma that discovering a hidden werewolf would present. That was more his counterpart's gig. He had no problems with creatures or beings but he did have a duty to uphold Ministry law.
With that thought weighing heavily on his mind Ollie took a long sip, finishing off his glass of whiskey in one draw. Luckily a waitress wasn't far away and had even tapped him on his shoulder. When the man turned his attention to the tapper he found an unassuming brunette and greeted her with a gentle smile before picking up his now empty glass and regarding it for a moment. He could ask for tea or hot chocolate, the pub might even carry it.
He handed the glass over to the waitress, settling on something else. "Warm butterbeer please, if you have it." He did have to make it home without splinching himself and that was easier to do mostly sober. Boredom was also setting in, he wasn't terribly into the bar scene. When the woman left to retrieve his drink, Ollie reached into an impossibly deep pocket and pulled out his knitting. He was several stitches into a half finished owl sized vest in a rich burgundy color when the girl returned, gaze scanning the pub before he looked to the woman to accept the drink with a "Thank you."
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Post by Danielle 'Dani' Carson on Dec 14, 2016 0:40:24 GMT
The man Dani had tapped studied his glass for a moment before deciding not to go with more Firewhiskey. Fair enough. He actually seemed like more of a Butterbeer guy anyway. Dani took his glass with a smile. “Coming right up.”
She took the tray of empty glasses back behind the bar and poured a mug of Butterbeer that she warmed up with a touch of magic. Her eyes flicked briefly over to the man as she did so. Her certainly seemed nice enough. Not at all like the harsh enforcer that had terrified poor Rosa. Maybe Dani had only been seeing thing earlier. That assessment was only confirmed when the man pulled out… Merlin’s beard was he knitting? There was something almost funny about the bearded man in his leather jacket sitting in a bar knitting. Dani felt an unwilling smile creeping across her face. Alright, so he definitely wasn’t dangerous.
The smile was still on her face as she walked back over with his drink. She set the warm mug down in front of him, careful not to slosh the froth everywhere, and glanced down at the knitting. Up close it looked like it might be a vest. Or the beginning of a shirt. Something along those lines. Although it was too small for any human barring possibly a newborn. The stitches were tidy though. Dani had never been much good at knitting or sewing. Not that her mother really had the patience to teach her properly. “You’re pretty good at that. Can I ask what it’s for?”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2016 20:37:44 GMT
Ollie did a pretty good job of blending in, if he did say so himself. His badge was clipped to his hip as it always was while working but he fit the image of 'bar patron' so well that people hardly noticed him, much less the Ministry ownership on his belt. If the woman thought there was anything amiss she didn't let on, just took his glass and went off to fix his drink. With the switch from whiskey to butterbeer, Ollie decided to call it a night. He wasn't sure if he could count tonight as a success or not. By Ministry standards it was defintiely a failure but Ollie didn't have to face the decision of ruining someones life tonight. Win, in his book. With his 'recon' done, Ollie didn't much mind if he drew attention so he broke out his knitting.
The needles worked at a fast pace, weaving the yarn into a small vest. He could knit without much thought, allowing his mind to wander off. His face was serene, lips relaxed into the gentlest of smiles. The man looked more like he should be tucked into an easy arm chair by a warm fire, perhaps two dozen years older. The waitress returned soon enough, armed with his drink and with questions. "Thank you." Ollie set the knitting down to accept the drink. The heat of the glass warmed the tips of his fingers, making them feel nice and toasty. "It's for my owl. A vest, he doesn't like the cold." After taking a sip of his butterbeer, leaving a foam mustache behind in his own, the Hit-Wizard put the glass down and spread the vest out on the bartop. "He's more of a royal blue sort've bird, but I think the burgundy will bring out his feathers nicely. He'll look very dapper."
Ollie had the best dressed owl this side of the pond, he was pretty sure. Maybe he'd add in a bowtie for special occasions. "Knitting's not so hard." He took up his project again and set to work. "Eventually your fingers'll just work on their own." The wizard was glad for the conversation, actually. He never minded a few friendly words. Ollie spared the room another glance, everything was status quo. "Busy night, mm?"
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