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Harry Potter:"Do you really think there's going to be a war, Sirius?"
Sirius Black: "It… feels like it did before."
TURN ON THE LIGHT is a Post- Potter roleplay that takes place twenty-five years after the Second Wizarding War.
We welcome canon and original characters in this (currently) sandbox style roleplay.
“So you’re absolutely certain that Rufus Butterbean was here last night?”
The barkeep heaved a deep sigh, grabbing a rag to begin wiping down the beer-stained counter. “Yes.”
“It was him, not someone who just looks like him?”
“Yes… what? I don’t know. What do you mean?” The barkeep paused to look at Sanjay with confusion.
“Like, are you sure it was him and not a twin?”
“Well, does he have a twin?”
“No.”
Another heavy, exasperated sigh from the barkeep followed by what sounded like an insult muttered under his breath.
“Hey, don’t get smart with me, chump,” Sanjay warned and reached into his breast pocket to grab a cigar. He placed it between his lips and lit it with a quick tap of his wand.
“Officer! You cannot smoke in here!”
“Close your head, pal.”
Sanjay took a short drag of the cigar and immediately started coughing. Ignoring the unimpressed look the barkeep was now openly directing at him, Sanjay removed the cigar and pointed it at the man like a dart aimed at a dart board.
“I’m watching you, Miller. If you see that dope peddler and fakeloo artist in here again you drop a nickel to the hammer and saws immediately, savvy? He’s flimflammed enough people already. He needs to be sent to the big house for a three-spot.”
Sanjay barely knew what he was saying, repeating lines he had heard in the noir films he binged the week he had been down with the dragon flu. He was technically done with his shift; his partner had gone ahead to report back to their boss, Sanjay deciding to stay behind to pester the barkeep. Might as well have a drink while he was here (not that being on duty had stopped him before).
“Now be a right gee and pour me a glass of that giggle juice, will ya!” he demanded, pointing to the bottle of firewhiskey on the shelf.
With the man focused on pouring him a glass, Sanjay quickly put out the cigar and vanished it with a flick of his wand. He didn’t smoke – the cigar was purely for the aesthetic. He would have worn a fedora but it was still in the wash after a roleplay he had done with HADLEY DRAKE . Don’t ask.
Tossing a coin to the barkeep, he did the ‘I am watching you’ gesture with the index and middle finger and grabbed the firewhiskey to go find a table.
Sanjay's eyes swept over the patrons looking for people he knew and immediately zeroed in on a familiar face from his school days. He quickly made his way over. “Well if it isn’t Rawiri Tibble!” he said excitedly and clapped him on the shoulder. “Long time, man. Mind if I sit?”
Post by RAWIRI TIBBLE on Jan 12, 2024 21:31:56 GMT
"Uhh" The sound of a grumble came out as Rawiri Tibble's eyes flickered open from the black marble floor he happened to be lying on.
"Ah, not again Tibble" The quidditch player lifted himself pushing his hair back and looking at the mess that he had woken up in. Thrown food, party supplies everywhere, and god know-what liquids scattered the room he was in along with some other sleeping partyers.
The question was where he was and why he was there. Well really he knew why he was here it was just where was he? Another party that just partied too hard.
Knowing that Rawiri knew it was time to scamper all out of there. After all, he did not want to be stuck cleaning this mess.
Grabbing his shoes and coat he quickly stepped over the lying about trash and a few people and like that, he was out the door.
Rawiri walked the empty halls placing his shoes on as he went on. His head pounding as he made his way into the bustling street. What time was it? Eh, it didn't matter he just wanted another drink, maybe it would help with the pounding of his head.
Closest bar where was the closest bar? Ah right there! Rarwir rushed into the bar and made himself comfortable. "Water?" He snapped his fingers at the waiter. Start with a glass of water then back to the hard stuff he thought.
Rubbing his face he could hear a bit of an argument happening behind him with the bartender and some officer from the sounds of it. Well, not his business. He pulled out his wallet making sure everything was in place after all he was black out drunk to even remember what happened last night.
"Oh ma..." Rawiri jumped at the clap hitting his shoulder. "Well Merlins bread if it isn't Sanjay Dayal." Wow, it had been a long time since he had seen this guy. "Of course sit sit." Rawiri gestured to him. "What you doing in some dive like this?" Rawiri was even surprised that the man was in a dingy place like this.
