Whistle while you work

[EZIO LE'ROSE RAITHWALL]

Ezio Le'rose Raithwall striding down the streets of hogsmeade by himself, though Ezio was a wanted man there actually were not many if none, posters or advertises of his appearance due to his elder brother Nior covering his tracks by taking the credit for the things that Ezio had done so really he didnt need some sort of cloak to hide his face. He had just recently left the hideout of the La Panthere since his brother had just recently gotten back from some trip that his brother claimed to have taken but Ezio didnt give too much attention to the matter, all he cared was that he was back and was not in charge of La panthere, Unlike most members of the la panthere Ezio didnt want to be the leader for he was kinda lazy and didnt like maintaining massive amounts of responsibility.

As he continued to walk down the streets of hogsmeade wearing a pair of fitted blue jeans, with black and white "DC" shirt that stops at his waist line just under his black leather belt. He wore a leather jacket which was unzipped and was the same length of his shirt. His wand which he always carried in a inside pocket of this jacket. The fabric of the jacket let off a shining gleam when exposed to large amounts of light. He heard about a place, a bar that his brother spoke of a year ago but Ezio never had the chance to explore this place.

He eventually found this bar that Nior spoke of so long ago and like most 18 year old's Ezio love to experience new things. He gently pushed upon the door looking around immediately as he walked in he instantly gazed around the room in a calm and easy vibe trying not to look too suspicious he saw two women one who had just left from the bar and the other sitting at the bar but giving his personality he gave no attention to the men other than the barman at the counter. He started to walk towards the bars counter where the stools or seats were and sat down while releasing a sigh that indicated some type of stress relief. He tilted his head and began to stroke his hair as if he were flustrated. "Finally out of that boring place." a set of words that related to him taking over the La Panthere temporarly.

[MARGARET CAMELIA BAITS]

but all good things have got to start out somewhere

Maggie zipped open her purse, pushing around the stray coins until she found the combination she was looking for. She pulled them out and placed them on her palm, holding them out for the bartender to take. “Thank you very much,” she murmured, picking up the glass, and pulling it to her glossy lips quickly, almost protectively, as if somebody was bound to take it away sooner or later. She honestly was that desperate for a drink today, but you’ve probably grasped that concept already. She gulped her mouthful down, and set the glass down on the surface of the bar, sufficiently certain that nobody would touch her drink now. Pushing a hand through her tangled, wavy brown hair, she sighed. The guilt was going to set in now. And she would push it away, like she had been since she had found out.

Her eyes paused on the “lawman”. He had returned from trying to chase the man who had previously sat among them, and now he was frowning at her. She looked at him, a mixture of quiet curiosity and a sort of defiance set in her muddy brown eyes. The frown had disappeared, but Maggie still wanted to find out what she had done to make him frown, and then to tell him she hadn’t done it. Maybe he recognised her. Maybe he was trying to. She couldn’t be bothered to make the connection between the rebellion, herself and the auror that stood in front of her, so she didn’t and she went on being as curious as ever. Silently, of course. For some reason, Maggie would never have thought of just asking him – that came across as rude to her. To everyone else, it probably sounded like exactly what they would do, but it just didn’t occur to the 26 year old.

The next person to walk in was the owner of the three broomsticks. Maggie recognised her instantly. It was something about that bar, everything in it was so comforting and familiar (like the hog’s head, but cleaner, and friendlier, and probably less dangerous) that if you were given something from it you would remember it in an instant. Maggie smiled wearily at the woman, hoping her reluctance to socialise didn’t show on her face. It was out of habit that she was smiling now. She was so used to putting on the Regime happy maniac front in public now that it was routine, almost as easy as if she actually worked for them. Maggie wouldn’t have made a good regime healer. She was too hot-headed, too passionate. It warred with her polite, quiet nature, but when she had something to say, something to fight for, she went ahead and did it. That was what had turned her to the rebellion side in the first place. That and the fact that her father had nearly died when the regime decided to take over.

“Goodbye,” Maggie called, a fraction of a second too late, as Tammy slipped out of the door way. She heard her voice echo around for a moment, and blushed. She hated the fact that because she was so tired, her reactions were suffering. Mags knew that she should have been getting a nap instead of moaning, but she didn’t, she just stayed sat there, whining away silently to herself. Maggie turned to Nalean, smiling genuinely this time, a friendly brightness to her eyes, and listened to her speak. Part of her had expected her voice to be different, because of the hair. Although she didn’t know her well, she still remembered what she sounded like, and was almost surprised when the same voice left her mouth. The hair was such a dramatic change. “Oh, y’know, busy healing and all that, but good thanks. Yourself?”

As the door opened again, and another gust of cold winter air blew in, Maggie found herself fighting to keep the relaxed smile on her face. She was going to have to stop herself mauling the next customer that came in the door. An irritable healer – sounds just like muggle doctors. A man walked in and said a few words, apparently to himself. The brunette glanced at him briefly, before turning her smile back to Nalean and the auror next to her. Her cheeks were going to be very tired by the end of tonight.

Notes: (Lyrics = Joel Plaskett, Fashionable People)
Words: 737
Outfit: Here

[GRIFLET ABDON]

Griflet raised an eyebrow as Caleb walked back in to the pub, announcing that the stranger had been a wanted wizard. Had he been that high up in the food chain? “No need for apologies, Silverstar. You’re here to keep us safe from the likes of him.”

He grinned, eyes drawn from the auror briefly as a welcome addition to the small party breezed through the door. Terwynn, from the Three Broomsticks up the road, was one of the only people Griflet counted as a friend. Although he made it a rule not to get too close to anyone, or to put his trust in many people at all, he found himself reluctantly trusting the landlady and relying on her for company when his flat got too crowded with no one. He nodded quickly to her as she walked through the door, letting her know she was high on his list of priorities.

Eyes flicking back to Caleb, he repeated his previous explanation in a much shorter way, “Just said I’d been here since Hogwarts, fancied seeing what life held. Hasn’t been as exciting as I’d expected.” With a short, dry chuckle he added, “Not that I’m complaining though. Got my happy face on.”

He turned his attention to Terwynn fully, a broad grin lighting up his features, “I’m just peachy, Sweetheart.” He told her. He was vaguely surprised to see her in The Hog’s Head, as she ran the competition – although he was always pleased to have a full pub when she graced him with her presence. “I don’t doubt you’re after something from me,” raising an eyebrow, he noted the swish of her hips with a crooked smile. “As usual I’ll be honoured to comply with any and all of your wishes, my dear.” He stepped away from the bar, and gave her a low bow. Straightening up, he was distracted by the goodbyes of Tammy. With a smaller bow to his superior, and a mock salute he returned her goodbye.

The door blew open, and another stranger wandered in. He looked young, and a little unsure of himself which left Griflet wondering if this might be an errant student from up at the school. He smiled at the newcomer, nodding his head. “Aw’ right mac?” his standard greeting to the younger customers that braved the rougher pub of Hogsmeade.