Post by Frank Longbottom on Aug 21, 2010 19:27:28 GMT 1
Friday, July 12th, 1974
Evening
Frank sat at the bar of the 3 Broomsticks, leaning back in his barstool and nursing a mug of Butterbeer and a hand wrapped tightly in white linen gauze. He took a swig of his beverage before lightly setting it down and rubbing his forehead. He was supposed to be meeting his friend from Auror training, Silas, for an after work outing, but Silas had yet to show.
Still, it was Friday, and Frank really had nowhere else to go, so he sat and surveryed the room, finishing off his first mug of Butterbeer and ordering another round.
Evening
Frank sat at the bar of the 3 Broomsticks, leaning back in his barstool and nursing a mug of Butterbeer and a hand wrapped tightly in white linen gauze. He took a swig of his beverage before lightly setting it down and rubbing his forehead. He was supposed to be meeting his friend from Auror training, Silas, for an after work outing, but Silas had yet to show.
Still, it was Friday, and Frank really had nowhere else to go, so he sat and surveryed the room, finishing off his first mug of Butterbeer and ordering another round.