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Two galleons? Lorcan thought, My wand only cost seven! He tried to keep his face impassive, but he had never been very good at that sort of thing. He handed the barman the money and realised that he had been snorting in Lexi's direction. He furrowed his brow, wondering if the man thought that he was being cheap by bringing her here. Cheap isn't the word I'd use, and he looked up at the man. "This was her idea you know, not mine." He said a little defensively. He knew exactly where he'd rather be at that moment in time. Back at school where there where fewer people.
"Is that so? She likes to live on the edge does she?" Samuel asked and was quite tempted to laugh but he didn't really think it was that funny, so he didn't.
He looked down at the boy and was tempted to say more but quite frankly he couldn't be bothered. He already had the kid's money, he didn't need to get involved. Thank Merlin, they didn't seem to have one of those coupons. He was here to make money not give away free stuff.
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Pink Ninja Lexi smiled weakly and said, "Hey I never said it was another Madame Puddifoot's... just that I would like to come in out of the wind.
Lexi narrowed her eyes at the barkeeper and had to resist the urge to stick out her tongue.
Lexi heard him proclamation to the barman and stepped up, saying, "If you would rather we took our money elsewhere, that could be easily arranged." How rude the man was.
Oh now wasn't she the feisty one! Samuel's lip curled back into a sneer as he rested his hands on the counter and lent forward. "But I already have your money sweetheart and I ain't giving it back."
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Helios Sunrider 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.
What the...?
Samuel vaulted the counter of the bar and strode over to the kid that was sitting on his own and drinking a butterbeer.
"Oi. You can't bring your own butterbeers in here. You have to buy one just like everyone else." He glared down at the boy, his nostrils flaring. "Where did ya get that from eh?" Probably from that squeaky clean pub down the road. The Three Broomsticks. Pfft...what a stupid name for a pub.