Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2015 4:07:42 GMT
”HONEY I'D, BRING GODRIC GRYFFINDOR TO HIS KNEES…”
It was a normal cloudy October evening, and it had looked like it might start to pour almost but, no drops came down. Her black robes moved slowly across the stone road of Knockturn Alley a place where she thought was just too ugly despite her love of the Dark Arts. She had however needed to stop a potion shop in the area that sold more of her various needs; which of course were out of stock, which brought no surprise to young potioneer. She always wanted the best of best ingredients, knowing one slight flaw could truly mess up a potion up especially one of the more advanced ones. People need to stock their shops more thought Aailyah as she scoffed and made her way into Diagon Alley setting her sights on the path toward the Leaky Cauldron she could use a drink.
Most of the time she would go to the Coffin House to get a drink or even down to Three Broomsticks or even sometimes the Hog’s Pub. However she didn’t mind getting the drink at the wizarding in and pub, she could always meet her future husband one day. A smile played upon her face as she walked into the Leaky Cauldron thinking of being able to finally meet the perfect guy for herself. ”Fire Whiskey sweetie” called out Aailyah to the bartender as she approached and took a seat down at the bar giving a little smirk. Lets make this night interesting thought Aailyah as she waited for the bartender to come back with her drink.
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