Thomas slid down the ten sickles to the bar tender. Then he grabbed his butterbeer, and walked on over to his table. He looked at the three new people that walked in. They didn't look like they of age, yet they were still here. Espiecally the one with the mustache. The bright blonde hair did not go well with that mustache, and the fact that there hair is long, nothing like a male's hair. After a few sips of his butterbeer he made sure to keep an eye on them. He pulled out his wand just in case.
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