Zach had never been allowed in a bar before, or a pub for that matter. With his gold striped tie, tied into a tight bow, he held his white rabbit close to him while his top hat sat at his feet on the floor. .
Nursing a butterbeer, his blue eyes scanned around the room. Definitly not as glamorous as he imagined. Some time away from the big castle was appreciated though.
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In over his head |