Food from a Dirty Bar Actually Tastes Good

Spencer sat at the bar with her jacket beneath her on the grubby stool. She knew that she must look out of place, but she had been shopping in Hogsmeade when she decided that she wanted a drink. She didn't have the patience to wait for the crowd of people at the Three Broomsticks to die down so she entered the pub cautiously.

Taking a drink from her fire whiskey, she looked around her. There wasn't very many people there, but she knew that they were probably at work. Like she should be. She called the bar tender over and asked for some food, "Can I order a chicken burger, please?" She finished her drink and went to order another one when she heard the bell above the door chime.

Legion was in a perculiar mood. He was strolling the high streets, looking for something to do, he had been rebuilding the house with Thane and Dragon for a while, even after the Grimm and Shadows final collioson Legion was still on edge. He turned on his heal. Facing his left. Looking at an grubby bar. His instinct told him to enter it, which made so much sense to him, so he strolled in, he looked out of place due to how he was dressed. He was dressed smart compared to the hoodlums around him. He muttered something under his breath and sat down on a grubby stool which he sneakiy used magic to clean before he sat. One he had sat he produced a wallet that literally over flowed with pound notes. He with drew a twenty pound note and asked for a sausage, bacon bap, with chips, coke and a burger. He recived a fiver as change to which he pocketed. Then he took his meal to a dark corner, sitting down and openeing a book on Dark magic.

Spencer was surprised to see that the person who entered also stood out. In fact, it appeared that he was better dressed than she was. Her food arrived faster than she had expected and when she took a bite of the burger, she was pleasantly surprised. The food was perfectly cooked and it seemed like everything was home made.

The woman finished her meal in no time, and washed it down with another mouthful of a fresh glass of firewhiskey. Deciding that she needed to clean her hands and face better than the napkin allowed, she stood and finished her drink before heading toward the door to the ladies room. She was almost there when she tripped over something. She landed in a heap on the floor, but the worst thing of it was that the floor looked as thought it hadn't been mopped in weeks. She looked down to see that there was a crack in the stone, and that her hands were grazed. "Yuck!" she muttered to herself, before getting back to her feet.