Date: 2007-01-25 10:54 pm (UTC)
John occasionally liked to come out to the pub in Tadfield just for a change of scenery and a break from the usual (and of late, unusual) goings-on. It shouldn't come as a surprise that another Manor resident would be in the same habit.

He knew well enough the look of a bloke on the prowl, having been said bloke on numerous occasions, so in spite of the matter of the hexed mistletoe still to be addressed, he didn't immediately greet Sirius when he caught sight of him at the bar. He just took a seat a few stools down and ordering a g'n't. They didn't stock Glenlivet, and he'd been put off his beer by recent events.

If the stick-wielding ladies' man* was looking to score a real prize around this place, though, he was likely to be disappointed. Lower Tadfield boasted slim pickings unless you were looking for your basic wholesome-girl-next-door type to settle down and raise a crop of sprogs with.

---

*Well, that was the impression John had got, coming across him in a state of liplock with Pepper before Christmas.
This account has disabled anonymous posting.
If you don't have an account you can create one now.
HTML doesn't work in the subject.
More info about formatting

Profile

The War Zone

July 2019

S M T W T F S
 123456
78910111213
14151617181920
21 222324252627
28293031   

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Jul. 30th, 2025 02:08 pm
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios