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[Hecate Morgan]

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As Madam Rosmerta went on her way, Hecate sat, waiting. Glancing around the room, she saw several familiar faces, but she still couldn't see the one she was looking for. The minute she saw Barny, she'd wave him over.

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TAGGED: Barny Cuffe
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LYRICS: Onerepublic
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NOTES: There you go, my dear!
CREDITS: Thanks to BUNNYA! at Caution 2.0}

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[barnabas cuffe]

s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i

just keep chasing pavements even though it

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[atrb=width,240] Barny ran a tired hand through his cropped hair as he stared down at the latest report on the Hogwart’s situation. It was causing a massive headache for the Ministry of Magic as well as serious disturbances in the Department of International Magical Cooperation but papers were selling like hot cakes. Just like wars were good for the economy, disaster was good for his publication. However, this reporter seemed to have never heard of proofreading. Barny tutted under his breath as he ran his eyes down the neat paragraphs and spotted at least three spelling mistakes. It wasn’t like it was hard to invest in a good spell-checking Quill. Rolling his eyes, he wrote that on a scrap of spare parchment and attached it to the report, before tapping it with his wand and seeing in satisfaction the bad English disappear off his desk. Reclining in his chair, he checked his watch then jumped up with a scowl. He had heard that an old friend and protégée was back in town and had sent her an owl asking for a catch up. And he was late as of now. Muttering under his breath in a mixture of curse words and proofreading, he apparated on the spot to a point in the Hogsmeade high street. It was much colder up there than it had been in his nice cosy office in London and Barny was unprepared. The cold February wind chafed at him and shivering, he pulled his cloak further around himself. He was getting too old for Scotland now, as sad as the thought was. He trudged along the high street with his hood up until he finally scented the warm buttery smell that always meant a bar selling Butterbeer. Barny slipped through the large wooden door into the pub with a smile… there was no other place like the Three Broomsticks on Earth, the warmth, the scent… “Barny!” Rosmerta had spotted him, obviously. He had haunted this bar often back in his twenties when her mother had ran it, trying to piece together his first novel (without much success). She’d been naught but a child then but now Rosmerta was long grown. How old did that make him? “The usual?” She asked with a wry smile. He shook his head and placed some silver on the bar. “A Butterbeer for me, it’s bloody cold out there!” The landlady smiled in agreement before turning around to fix it for him. The drink taken care of, Barny turned around to scan the occupants of the pub. Thankfully, Katy was obvious to the eye, in a fetching blue blazer and nursing what looked like a cup of tea. He grabbed his Butterbeer and winded his way over to her, fixing a smile on his face in greeting. “Katy, my dear! How are you keeping?”

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[Hecate Morgan]

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[/color][/b]” Katy greeted him with a smile. She'd let him decide whether they shook hands, hugged, did something completely different or nothing at all.

“I've been doing well, thank you.” Katy told her old friend with a nod. She had been doing fairly well since leaving the Daily Prophet. She'd been working at the Durmstrang Institute, and although she did face a fair amount of prejudice because of her blood status – the daughter of a “filthy muggle and a stinking squib”, as some of her less eloquent students had described her upon learning her blood status. However, while the Durmstrang Institute only admitted students of magical blood, not all of them were prejudiced and many of her students respected her just as much after finding out her blood status as they had before knowing it. If only all of her students showed her the same respect.

Well, perhaps it would help if all of her fellow faculty members showed her respect, regardless of her blood status.

Sitting down again in her chair, she took a sip of her tea. “And how have you been lately, Barny? It's been ages since we last spoke.” Her hands wrapped around the mug of tea, she glanced out the window of the pub and momentarily watched the people milling about in the street. It was busier than she'd expected, but then, winters were far harsher up in the Nordic countries and many of her students were visiting Hogsmeade and enjoying the mildness of winter in Scotland.

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TAGGED: BarnyBarny
WORDS: 393
LYRICS: Onerepublic
ATTIRE: click
NOTES: Here
CREDITS: Thanks to BUNNYA! at Caution 2.0}

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