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noodles · 04-06-2008, 05:58 PM

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Originally Posted by Linda Hagrid

Nicoli shuffled into the pub after the other two. He felt like a homeless man looking for a rat to eat. The place was too dark for his liking, but of course he had to be there. After he turned his hair and robes black, his face seemed to float around the bar, the pale skin illuminated by what little light came into the room. It made him look some what haunted. The perfect match for what he was feeling.

He managed a smile as Amelia handed him a tall glass of pop. It wasn't the drink that bothered him, truly it wasn't. It was a atmosphere. Made him feel like he was going to be killed any minute, it kept him on edge. A good drink would get rid of that, but he was on duty. Part of which was to kept his head, no matter how flustered it maybe.

"That's perfect," he said sounding better than he felt, and he led the way slowly and what he hoped was normally across the room to the table. "Right!" Nicoli slid into a seat and took a swig of his drink surreptitiously eying the inhabitants of the bar.

Nathan had to use every inch of self-control in his body to keep himself from laughing hysterically at Nicoli. The poor man seemed a bit on edge: but what was with the hair and robes? Nate was just thankful that he hadn’t suggested they all dress in a similar way. Nathan may be a bit bedraggled looking himself, but he brought a certain je ne sais quoi to the term ‘scruff bag’ – at least he liked to think so.

He followed Nicoli over to the table, pleased that the man’s back was to him so that he wouldn’t see the smirk that was gracing now Nathan’s lips. He sat down and cleared his throat, forcing his face straight again - they were supposed to be blending after all – not giggling at their boss like naughty children.

The door opened, flooding the pub with sunlight as someone else came into the pub, causing Nathan to squint. When the door had closed he glanced casually in that direction only to see a blonde woman who looked like a ministry official meeting a friend. Normally this would be a welcome sight, but right now he had to concentrate on work. He just hoped the team wouldn’t end up waiting around here for hours and hours… with no chance of a few firewhiskies to help pass the time. He wondered what the next step would be if Flooing didn’t show – would they need to question the barman or any of the public currently in the bar for clues of the old man’s whereabouts?

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noodles Hinkypunk Join Date: Aug 2007 Location: hiss Posts: 12,260 Hogwarts RPG Name: Rowan Fairfax Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Ezra Greenwood Ravenclaw Fifth Year x2	Yeahhh, Mr White! Yeah science! Quote: Originally Posted by Linda Hagrid Nicoli shuffled into the pub after the other two. He felt like a homeless man looking for a rat to eat. The place was too dark for his liking, but of course he had to be there. After he turned his hair and robes black, his face seemed to float around the bar, the pale skin illuminated by what little light came into the room. It made him look some what haunted. The perfect match for what he was feeling. He managed a smile as Amelia handed him a tall glass of pop. It wasn't the drink that bothered him, truly it wasn't. It was a atmosphere. Made him feel like he was going to be killed any minute, it kept him on edge. A good drink would get rid of that, but he was on duty. Part of which was to kept his head, no matter how flustered it maybe. "That's perfect," he said sounding better than he felt, and he led the way slowly and what he hoped was normally across the room to the table. "Right!" Nicoli slid into a seat and took a swig of his drink surreptitiously eying the inhabitants of the bar. Nathan had to use every inch of self-control in his body to keep himself from laughing hysterically at Nicoli. The poor man seemed a bit on edge: but what was with the hair and robes? Nate was just thankful that he hadn’t suggested they all dress in a similar way. Nathan may be a bit bedraggled looking himself, but he brought a certain je ne sais quoi to the term ‘scruff bag’ – at least he liked to think so. He followed Nicoli over to the table, pleased that the man’s back was to him so that he wouldn’t see the smirk that was gracing now Nathan’s lips. He sat down and cleared his throat, forcing his face straight again - they were supposed to be blending after all – not giggling at their boss like naughty children. The door opened, flooding the pub with sunlight as someone else came into the pub, causing Nathan to squint. When the door had closed he glanced casually in that direction only to see a blonde woman who looked like a ministry official meeting a friend. Normally this would be a welcome sight, but right now he had to concentrate on work. He just hoped the team wouldn’t end up waiting around here for hours and hours… with no chance of a few firewhiskies to help pass the time. He wondered what the next step would be if Flooing didn’t show – would they need to question the barman or any of the public currently in the bar for clues of the old man’s whereabouts? __________________