Post by MICHAEL THOMAS SELWYN on Jun 18, 2019 12:08:34 GMT -5
The White Wyvern. It wasn’t a place Michael usually frequented, but passing up a drink was not like him. Having taken a visit to Knockturn Alley, the alcohol was calling him.
He had been feeling quite stressed lately. Having taken on the Yaxley twins burden of their father and his demise, his mind had been playing through the situation he might have found himself in. Wanting to protect himself at all costs, he'd been doing his research and browsing the shelves at some of the darker stores the dodgy street had to offer. After not having much luck that afternoon, Michael found himself entered the Wyvern.
Seeing as it was quite early, the pub wasn’t particularly busy. That was perfect, he knew too many people and today he wasn’t in the mood to converse with the less desirable members of the public. Taking a seat at the bar, he waited for service and noticed a familiar face. “Zach?” He called over. He hadn’t seen his fellow Slytherin for a year or so, hearing rumours of his stint in Azkaban.
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