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Post by Adrian Stolar on May 24, 2012 15:41:33 GMT -5
Adrian hated having to get up early. He was never a morning person. But on those occasions where he actually had a job to do, it often led to him being up with the sun. And it was a trying morning at that.
He had taken a position on the International Confederation of Wizard's Quidditch Committee because he had thought it would be fun and he would get to travel. It turned out that the traveling part was true. In the last year alone, he had been spent all over the world. But it wasn't nearly as enjoyable as he had imagined it would be.
This morning had been especially trying. The Quidditch World Cup was coming up soon but not only has a country for the match not yet been agreed upon, it also looked like no one could agree on a regulation type of broom. It was all very boring.
Adrian entered the Three Broomsticks after one very long presentation made by an older wizard who had probably never been on a broom in his life. He chose a table positioned just right so he could watch patrons come through the door and, at the same time, had a clear view of the bar. He dumped onto the table a small pile of broom and made his way to the bar.
"Firewhiskey." He placed his order.
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Post by Rhys Wexler on Sept 7, 2012 15:12:22 GMT -5
"Adrian Stolar." Rhys had watched him from the corner of the bar from the second he entered the Three Broomsticks. He made his way over to him now. "When did you get back in England?" He nodded to the bartender. "And I'll take a firewhiskey as well."
Rhys knew exactly when he got back. He had to. Adrian was near the top of the watchlist. He never understood why. Children are not always their parents. Rhys had proved that. And just because Adrian's father had been a Death Eater; it did not mean anything. Sure, he was not a pleasant person. Rhys remembered him from back when they were both at Hogwarts. He was constantly in trouble. But overall he was harmless.
"Are you still selling broomsticks?" His firewhiskey arrived and Rhys took a long drink. "I honestly always thought that you would do something much more exciting than that."
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Post by Adrian Stolar on Sept 9, 2012 19:24:59 GMT -5
"Rhys Wexler" Adrian responded in kind without looking at him. Rhys was the last person whom he had wanted to run into as they had known each other for nearly thirty years and never got along. They were both in Slytherin House though Rhys was a year older. They had never spoken more than a few times during that entire time at Hogwarts. Those few times were never pleasant.
He reached for his firewhiskey and downed half the glass at once. If there was one good thing about the Three Broomsticks, it was the firewhiskey. It was surprisingly good for the price. Adrian finally looked over at Rhys. It had been years since he had last seen him. Damn, that man hardly ages, he thought. He wished he could say the same about himself. It seems as though every time Adrian looked in the mirror, he looked ten years older. Or maybe he just felt it. Regardless, it put him in a bad mood.
"You would know. You have enough of your men following me around." He walked a step closer to him. "Find anything interesting yet? I imagine I've been a bit of a disappointment thus far."
That was my father's legacy, he thought bitterly. The only thing his father had left him was an undeserved constant surveillance from the Ministry. Most certainly undeserved. Adrian would not have been able to do anything illegal even if he had wanted to. The Ministry did not exactly maybe it a secret that they were keeping a watch on him. Wanting to see if I am my father, he thought as he finished the rest of his drink.
Adrian gestured to the bartender for another.
"I would assume you were making a joke but as I know you don't make jokes, I honestly thought you were smarter than that. You know I don't sell broomsticks."
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Post by Esteban Montez on Sept 9, 2012 22:04:16 GMT -5
It was a typical day at the Three Broomsticks for Esteban. The occasional usual customer would come in and get their drink and there always a few knew ones. It had been a while since he noticed the man who walked in and immediately started talking to another. He seemed suspicious but Esteban brushed it off. Many people were suspicious in the Three Broomsticks. For him, they were easy to pick out.
As they ordered their drinks, Esteban quickly grabbed their drinks, trying to listen to the few things they were saying. So as he figured, the one guy was suspicious. He seemed to have men following others. That made Esteban worried.
"Here you go, two firewhiskies"
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