It was a warm and beautiful afternoon, on 31 August 2046. Ex- Professor Exithe and Eastmond walked up the lane to the familiar facade of the Three Broomsticks, nattering as they went, and marvelling at the beauteous weather at hand. They stepped inside, walking to the counter, ready to order their drinks.
“What can I do yer for?” the familiar sounding voice of the worker Alan, sounded.
“We’d like two (butterb, tagged sorry) please.” said Exithe, his face creased from a joke Eastmond had said.
Drinks in hand, the two men chatted in contentment for what seemed like hours, getting more and more dizzy (dr___k is hashtagged) until the sky was getting increasingly dark. Upon seeing this, Professor Eastmond stood up.
“Goodness me, look at the time. I was expected for dinner an hour ago! I’d better go.”
Exithe nodded, whilst Eastmond exited to the crisp, cold air of the August night.
The barman walked over to the counter, parallel to where Exithe was sitting, leaning over to whisper in his ear.
“Want another one sonny? It’ll be on the house.” he smiled, revealing his revolting, decaying yellow teeth.
“Why not?” grinned Exithe. The barman, checking no one was looking, took a glass and produced a vial of Draught of Living Death from his pocket. He tipped one drop in the glass, and then added the (butterb) on top.
Credits: RyanEastmond, the man behind the magnificent second roleplay plot. |