The Hog's Head

(*jaw drops* ... ok...)

(????? What?)

[hahaha get Konrad drunk and make him promise things. xD no??]

Finishing up she smiled, happy with the job she had done. quality wise of course she told herself. Looking at him she shook her head before lightly shaking his arm. "Hey Did you fall asleep while i was stitching you up?" she gave a slight pout not wanting to carry him.

(exactlyXD *high-fives chris*)

[i have two objections for the future... though Chris doesnt like the "mushy" Konrad as she would put it. hahaha xD]

(what would those objections be?:])

He jostle awake from his day dreaming idea. "Sorry" he said not hearing the conversation at all.

(sorry I died)

(Not exactly. i just meant he would go back to his normal personality. XD)


He lifted his head and looked at her groggily. "Not anymore." He said, sitting up slowly and then standing. "Thanks." he said patting his stomach then wincing. "I think I'll head home now. Night Chriss." He said, disapperating, forgetting what Luke had said earlier.


(IT's ALIVE!!!!!! *said like Dr. Frankinstine.*

(*face-palms at konrad* seriously? It's FRONKENSTEEN. <-- if anyone gets the reference, I have cookies:])

[@Alexandra: resistance towards death eaters and a sober konrad. xD *lazy*
@Luke: You're ALIVE xDDDDD]

Shaking her head she face palmed before walking back to Victor. "No worries you didnt miss anything." she said sighing at how one person could be so forgetful.

"I used to be the life at thee party." he said with a laugh. "Now I am the talk of the party"

(I know got to go help me mum)

[YOUNG FRANKENSTEIN BIATCHES xD
@luke: kay]

She smiled "Thanks. I tried my best but he had to apperate out of here." she sighed again.

"I only crash tea parties." she said putting on a innocent smile.

(*cheers* YAAY! *passes chris some cookies*
@luke: 'mum'? british eh?)

[hah! i got the cookeh~ *does the happy dance*]

(*joins chris's happy dance*)

She smirked "What more then a tea party??" she slapped his arm playfully. "Dear sir what ever do you think of me." she huffed dramatically for show giving him a fake hurt look.

(you're character is a major flirtXD)

[yes yes she is. :P Chris FTW... xD]

She smiled and nodded "Maybe so..." she sent him a small wave before he disappeared out of sight. "... but that was quite the under statement." she told herself before downing her last bit of firewhiskey.
"I should head home." she put some money on the bar and sauntered out of the hogshead.

(What did you mean by "... but that was quite the under statement)

[she is a death eater. her being mischievous is a understatement... she is more like pure evil 70-80% of the time. haha]

Vanity sat in a back table, a gray, tattered old sweatshirt clinging to his lithe frame. A dirty mug of butterbeer was in his left hand and he tapped his wand repeatedly against the table. The table groaned and creaked and swelled and shrunk at each tap, occasionally changing a different shade of brown.
"Where is that little newt at?" He grunted, propping his feet up on the table, his converse holed up and tattered.