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is a bar located at the North Side Diagon Alley, a few blocks away from the Gringotts Wizarding Bank, operating from 5 p.m. to 3 a.m., serving alcohols varying from butterbear to red wine. If you're seventeen or above, you're welcomed to have a drink, eat some snacks, shoot some pool, throw some darts and relax, while enjoying the music played - sometimes it's live; sometimes it isn't. If you're looking for a proper meal and you don't mind dining with Muggles, you could also go to the French restaurant located at the back, where the bar is expanded from.
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Owner: Renly Fawley
Bartender: Ruxin Hemmings
Barmaid: Imogen Reed, Larissa Skye
Waiter:Benedict Cho
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Drew and Hailey
「 Drew Hamilton 」Perfect from the bottom to the top
Drew had the first day off in nearly a month and she spent it in a nursing home. Before Fitzgerald's overdue departure, Drew had abused her title as deputy auror to sneak into the muggle world to visit her mother. Or what was left of her, anyway. Not that anyone knew this. No one, especially Fitzgerald's ministry, would have been too thrilled to find out their deputy auror was visiting a muggle against the law. So her visits to her mother dropped significantly. From what was once a week to maybe once a month, maybe once every four. The nurses must think her awfully negligent. And then he died and everything changed. Not that Drew could celebrate for long. Especially when her boss turned out to be the serial killer she was trying to hunt down. Removing every feeling she had regarding that, Drew found herself temporarily head auror. So instead of celebrating like everyone else, she was busy undoing the precinct, finding houses for the half breeds, reopening the wizarding world. She did what she could have under his ministry (such as 'losing' some arrest warrants for example) but now she was barely getting an hour sleep a night. Reconciliation, though sorely needed, was exhausting. Who would have thought. Of course, with the upcoming election, Drew felt on edge. Just waiting for one of his supporters to either throw himself forward into the nominations or start something. However, she had a day off, and most of it was spent spoon feeding her mother who didn’t even recognise her. It was nice to have some form of peace and quiet. Even if she could hear Barney in the background. Now she was sitting at the bar, hoping she would be left unrecognised.
Message Me • 00:08, November 8, 2019 (UTC)
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「 Drew Hamilton 」Perfect from the bottom to the top
Apparently, sticking to herself was apparently not going to be an easy job. Whoever was working behind the bar needed to be trained - properly - in their memory skills because she watched him (who didn't look older than 20) make the drink and sliding it over the bar too some blonde who Drew didn't recognise. At all. Drew had ordered that drink only moments before. It wasn't that long to forget who ordered what. It was their hair colour, wasn't it? Or the fact that maybe both of them appeared to be in dire need of a break. Raising her head, Drew frowned over at them, unsure if she should say something or risk exposure. Not that she thought people knew her by face. Some people did by now. Some people didn't. It was a hit and miss. "Excuse me," Drew finally said-she wanted her drink-"not too interrupt, but I think you'll find that's mine." Maybe there was the off chance they both ordered the same drink (with the exact amount of olives that Drew wanted-what? She was picky) but she doubted it.
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「 Drew Hamilton 」Perfect from the bottom to the top
Drew flashed her a smile. “Not your fault,” Drew said as her hand wrapped around the cocktail glass, bringing it to her lips. Her eyes were still eyeing the other girl before saying, “you look a mile away.” Drew wasn’t helping anyone-at least she didn’t feel like it. Couldn’t even help her mother let alone the wizarding world. Even Octavia wasn’t safe. “Not too intrude or anything.”
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「 Drew Hamilton 」Perfect from the bottom to the top
"Interesting time too return," Drew noted. Drew wasn't ignorant that immigration into magical UK has...slightly decreased over the past few years. For very, very obvious reasons. Bu Drew was expecting the population to rise once more over the next few years, maybe even months. Those terrified of returning were slowly showing their faces. Those locked away were walking the streets. It was a good thing. A really, really good thing. "Want to be left alone?" Drew asked, rather suddenly, but her eyes were watching the girl and Drew...well, Drew didn't want to be an annoyance.
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「 Drew Hamilton 」Perfect from the bottom to the top
Drew almost laughed at that but stopped herself just in time. The idea something was about to go wrong again was what kept her up at night. Amongst other things, of course. "You can say that again," Drew said, "I think everyone is on edge. Peace is always a fragile thing. But who am I to state the obvious? I imagine you left just when everything went...well, if you mind my language, went to shit. Most people did."
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「 Drew Hamilton 」Perfect from the bottom to the top
"You worked in the ministry?" Drew echoed, taking another look at the girl. She must have been there before Drew came back. "You know, I think it's a bit of a compliment if you got fired by Fitzgerald. But that's just me being very casual about everything." Drew wasn't surprised by the story. She heard it over and over again. Different context. But still. "So where's home for you? If you don't mind me asking."
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「 Drew Hamilton 」Perfect from the bottom to the top
"Still experimenting with spells?" Drew asked, really out of curiosity. That and maybe she'll have a friendly face somewhere in the ministry. Then again-her friendship with Kieran and Octavia made her wonder if that was a good thing to pursue again. "I hope you get it. We need people like you." It was true. From what she could see, the girl would be a breathe of fresh air.
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「 Drew Hamilton 」Perfect from the bottom to the top
Drew supposed it was unfair. That the girl was out here talking about this and that, being very open than what most people were once upon a time, and she was keeping mum about herself. Could you truly blame Drew? Not many people trusted the ministry anymore, especially those within power. And Drew didn't particularly blame them. "I think that's something very worth while to be looking into, it is sorely needed across the world," Drew said as she thought over them. "I can't see it being an easy task. Especially creating that particular potion." Drew almost leaned to recommending a list of potioneers that Drew knew of. Wren Berkhart and Yasmine flint were the first two that came to her mind. Both were very young but they could bring fresh perspectives. "Do you have family here?"
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「 Drew Hamilton 」Perfect from the bottom to the top
And there it was-distrust. Not that Drew was surprised, or even offended, by it. It was a common theme nowadays. Who knew who you were talking too. But Drew knew some people expected everything to just...go back to what life use to be like, before the administration. "None taken. In this day and age, you can never be to sure. And you're right-it would save lives. Spell making isn't my expertise, though, so I can't say if it's achievable or not. But then again, a lot of things shouldn't have been achievable."
Message Me • 00:16, November 12, 2019 (UTC)
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「 Drew Hamilton 」Perfect from the bottom to the top
"What of me?" Drew echoed before taking a sip of her drink herself. Really, just to push back the inevitable. "I work in the auror department." Which is basically just her trying to monitor the take down of the precinct and all the people moving back into society. Make sure no...lingering Fitzgerald supporters try and take it upon themselves to disrupt the process. It was a nice feeling, approving the arrests for them all. Drew took some sick pleasure in it.
Message Me • 02:21, November 13, 2019 (UTC)
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「 Drew Hamilton 」Perfect from the bottom to the top
Drew smiled to herself-and there it was. Drew was expecting long expecting it. Of course, Drew...wasn’t exactly one of the aurors who helped Fitzgerald. She turned a blind eye at the riot, let people go, one of the aurors to figure out who the serial killers were (even Kieran), and had done her best to slow down, disrupt even, the events around her. There was a reason Fitzgerald was so keen to use private security than the aurors. But at the end of the day-she probably could have done more. Drew didn’t leave because she knew her position would probably have been filled by someone Fitzgerald suggested and...that would have been worse. “Ten years nearly. I was undercover for most of it until I was called back a few years ago,” Drew said, twirling the small remnants of her drink around the glass.
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「 Drew Hamilton 」Perfect from the bottom to the top
”I think you’d be surprised about how many tried. Not all of us, but there were a handful,” Drew said before finishing off her own drink. “But yes-of course I did. As much as I could.” Drew wasn’t willing to explain. She didn’t know Hailey-not enough to tell her how many laws she’d broken. Plus, she knew it might just come off as trying to appease her own conscience. “But my priority is to make sure everything he made is taken down. I can’t reverse everything, but I can certainly try to make sure it never happens again.”
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「 Drew Hamilton 」Perfect from the bottom to the top
Drew would have grimaced if she knew what was going through the girl's head. Drew had done her best to find the lackies-let alone be one herself. However, she was surprised when the girl ordered drinks for the both of them. "Something both of us sorely need," Drew agreed before hesitating, "you know, I don't think I've introduced myself." If she had, then she'd put it down to her mind being packed with so many things-her memory had become a little off. "Drew Hamilton."
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「 Drew Hamilton 」Perfect from the bottom to the top
"Poe?" She echoed. eyeing the girl again, and if you looked closely, you could see a hint of a smile as she saw the peace sign. "As in that muggle author? I think he was the only author I read as a child. Gave me nightmares." Not that Drew had many options as a child. Being trapped in such a small apartment with no one but her drunk father and her mother, Drew had little options for entertainment. Her mother taught her how to read through dictionaries and the bible (not that Drew is religious) but eventually it turned too Edgar Allen Poe.
Message Me • 23:29, November 18, 2019 (UTC)
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「 Drew Hamilton 」Perfect from the bottom to the top
”In my defence, I’m a muggle born,” Drew said with a laugh, an unexpected one she might had. “But I was never introduced to Star Wars. So I have no idea who you’re talking about but I’ll take your word on it.”
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「 Drew Hamilton 」Perfect from the bottom to the top
"I didn't have easy access to anything growing up, let alone star wars," Drew said with a breathless laugh. "All I know is there's a Luke Skywalker and he's fighting someone in space. He's fighting...a princess Leia?" Drew was taking a stab in the dark there before looking down at the shots she ordered. "The hype? Am I that out of touch with the popular drinks already?"
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「 Drew Hamilton 」Perfect from the bottom to the top
Drew didn't like not knowing something. She didn't like being in the dark after having grown up in it. So when she realised she was terribly wrong with her guess, which she's not surprised about, Drew has the sudden urge to just...disappear and watch the films. Though Drew wondered if she'd ever see Poe again, Drew was still making a note too find time for the movies. "On fire?" She echoed, looking at the drinks again, "well, thankfully not tonight." Drew was more cautious than adventurous. Which she thought a good thing considering her line of work.
Message Me • 02:15, November 27, 2019 (UTC)
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「 Drew Hamilton 」Perfect from the bottom to the top
"More like the nightmare that keeps on giving," Drew noted as she brought the glass to her lips, her face impassive as the alcohol burns her throat. She was so use to it by now that it barely phased her. "Not bad."
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matthieu and milo
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「 Milo Iglesias 」bottled lightning • transferee • seventh year hufflepuff
eighteen
half-blood wizard
student • beater
single
Milo's relationship with Chloe was down in the gutter. It was relatively new, but already so spoiled, hence why he's at the bar, trying to drown his sorrows away. In the corner of his eye, he spots a familiar man — he's sure that he was the one at the Library in Hogwarts the other day, talking to the cute librarian. Of course he didn't hear any of their conversation, he was seated quite far away, but there was no mistaking the distressed looks that both displayed towards the tail-end of their meeting, and he was sure that it didn't end at the best of terms.
Already intoxicated, Milo decided to approach the older man — whom he found, well, quite attractive — and raised his voice in order to be heard over the music. "Hey, I saw you at Hogwarts the other day," he started.
Message Me • 14:20, October 10, 2019 (UTC)
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「 Milo Iglesias 」bottled lightning • transferee • seventh year hufflepuff
eighteen
half-blood wizard
student • beater
single
He chuckled at the sight of the other man's startled reaction. "I mean, the cute librarian let you in, right? I'm sure that staff are allowed to have guests from time to time..." he mused as he took a sip from his drink. "How are you related to him, anyways? He your boyfriend?"
Message Me • 09:30, October 12, 2019 (UTC)
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「 Milo Iglesias 」bottled lightning • transferee • seventh year hufflepuff
eighteen
half-blood wizard
student • beater
single
Milo was pretty sure there was more to it than that, but he chuckled it off. "I see...." he said with a nod. "Well, I didn't mean to spy, I swear, but it just happened that I was in the Library when you visited..." he explained, before adding, I'm a 7th year student at Hogwarts," in case the other man was wondering why a student like him was drinking at a bar like La Lune Bleue. He's technically an adult, already, so. "Does that mean your single, then?" He asked, unsure, really, why he brought it up. Perhaps he just wanted to know.
Message Me • 16:53, October 15, 2019 (UTC)
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「 Milo Iglesias 」bottled lightning • transferee • seventh year hufflepuff
eighteen
half-blood wizard
student • beater
single
"Emilio, but everyone calls me Milo," he replied rather flirtatiously as he took the other man's hand to shake it. "And the librarian, Mr. Fauchelevent, was it? You never ever went on a date with him?" He asked, not really meaning to pry, but well, he was curious. When he saw them in the library, he knew they had chemistry.
Message Me • 21:27, November 24, 2019 (UTC)
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「 Milo Iglesias 」bottled lightning • transferee • seventh year hufflepuff
eighteen
half-blood wizard
student • beater
single
"My sister gave me the name when I was young and I stuck to it ever since" he said with a chuckle. "Oh really? But you've never thought of him in a more-than-friends, a more-than-brothers way? Ever?"
Message Me • 15:09, November 25, 2019 (UTC)
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「 Milo Iglesias 」bottled lightning • transferee • seventh year hufflepuff
eighteen
half-blood wizard
student • beater
single
He raised both his arms in mock defeat, but he was grinning as he did. "Hey, I'm sorry, I was just genuinely curious," he explained, before adding, "The librarian's cute. You are, too. I think you guys will make a great couple."
Message Me • 06:58, November 26, 2019 (UTC)
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「 Milo Iglesias 」bottled lightning • transferee • seventh year hufflepuff
eighteen
half-blood wizard
student • beater
single
"Girl," he corrected. "I had a girl—" he was aware that he was using the past tense, even though him and Chloe weren't technically broken up just yet, "—but that's not important now," he explained as he took a huge gulp from his drink, wincing slightly as he felt the alcohol sliding against the inside of his throat. "Though you know, I wouldn't mind having a cute boy to wake up to, specifically tomorrow morning," he said with a flirty smirk. "Interested?" Milo thought this guy and the librarian was a match made in heaven, but since it's been denied, well, Milo would definitely like to take his shot. Even for just a night.
Message Me • 16:40, December 3, 2019 (UTC)
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