 Waiting for Finn
Barty Belcher was nursing a firewhiskey back in the dimmest, most secluded booth he could find at Moribund's. He had not been seen in Diagon Alley since he had sold the Bowling Alley several years ago--let us say he found it more convenient to be away at that particular time. But now he was back and impatiently awaiting the arrival of the man he'd arranged to meet her, hoping to do a little business. Every once in a while he reached down and nervously patted a lumpy parcel sitting right beside him on the inside edge of his seat, as if to make sure it was still there.
Last edited by MadAlice; 12-15-2022 at 01:41 AM.
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