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Post by marcus on Sept 14, 2010 20:55:23 GMT -5
London, the city full of magic and wonders, and even though the muggles that lined the streets of the old worn down district of the city couldn't see it, the young man knew he could. It was interesting really to see how muggles were born with such blind minds as to the possibilities of magic being unrealistic. Couldn't they see that most of the modern marvels around them came from the wizarding realm?!
Walking down the cracked and torn sidewalks that sat beneath his feet, Marcus' cane made nice light taps as it matched the rhythm of his right foot. It would have been two years now since he left Hogwarts and London behind for the exciting exiled life he had placed on himself. Frankly though, it was nice to be back in the city, and even better to be away from the French, which Merlin love them, and their constant clearing throat accents. He figured that when he looked back on this place or came through for business, like he was doing this afternoon, that he wouldn't miss this place, but in fact, he missed it terribly.
It was within the next few steps and random thoughts that he finally realized his surroundings, and upon looking up at the old tattered sign as it began to fade in light gold colors, he realized he was here at the place he would conduct his usual business, the Leaky Cauldron. It was just how he left it, old and tattered with its gray paint peeling in flakes here and there on the wood of the structure. The door was still the same old rusted out green, which like the walls around it, was peeling in places. Tightening the tie around his neck and straightening up the black blazer that hung about his shoulders, Marcus walked up to the door, opened it cautiously, and stepped into another part of his past he would never forget.
The pub was still the same as before, adorned with scattered about tables and chairs which looked dustier than ever.Out of the corner of his green eyes he even noticed the same cobweb that had hung in the top corner of the room through out his years growing up around the place. It seemed the room never changed, but the faces around it did. He glanced around the room at the three people, minus himself, that occupied some of the space. The first was an old wizard who had his eyes bent over an issue of the Daily Prophet dated several years back. The next was a younger witch, looking about the same age as himself, but he paid no more attention to her than what was necessary. Finally, he saw the man he had been looking for. The bartender rose up from the back of the bar, and as his eyes locked with Marcus', he began to show an expression of shock.
"Afternoon, Stan." Marcus said with a slight bow before walking over to the bar. Stan blinked real hard before grinning real big and greeting Marcus like he always had. 'Well bloody hell! I haven't seen you in ages!" Marcus grinned as he approached the bar, taking off his leather gloves and sitting them on the counter. "Why don't you have a drink?" Stan offered as he quickly took up a bottle of firewiskey and a glass. "Sorry Stan, strictly business today." He said with a chuckle and Stan laughed. "You? On Business? Blimey, the world has gone to hell and back." Marcus rolled his eyes at this statement before he took out a cigarette and lit it between his lips. "Fine, I'll take that drink, but then I need that package." Stan nodded and he quickly poured Marcus his drink and walked back off to the back of the establishment.
About the time Marcus took the drink in his hand and turned around on his barstool that he noticed the girl had moved over beside him. A little dumb struck at this gesture, he looked over at her as he took a drag of his cigarette. "May I help you?" he said, billowing out smoke into her face.
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