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Cellar
Jul 22, 2008 22:32:07 GMT -5
Post by Administrator on Jul 22, 2008 22:32:07 GMT -5
This is locked... sometimes people like to make bets on whether there are drinks or bodies down here. The score has yet to be settled.
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Cellar
Apr 26, 2010 20:15:48 GMT -5
Post by Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody on Apr 26, 2010 20:15:48 GMT -5
"Lumos." The tip of Moody's wand began to glow, a tiny white light that just barely illuminated the gloom around him, but it was enough.
Enough to see that the room was as good as empty.
"Damn it!" Moody whispered, resisting the urge to slam his walking stick onto the floor. For six weeks, he had staked out the Snake Stein. He had spent days sitting at the bar with a heavy cloak drawn up tight to hide his recognizable face. He had swallowed gallons of the cheapest, most disgusting beer in the world. He had wasted untold numbers of galleons in order to get the bartender drunk enough that he didn't notice Moody swiping the key to the cellar.
And now that Moody had finally found his way into this secret sanctum, he found it home to spiders and rats. No evidence of secret meetings. No sign of Death Eaters at all. Barrels of the Stein's filthy beer sat in the corner gathering dust. Moody half-heartedly examined them, automatically crushing a spider that scuttled across his hand. Nothing. There was nothing.
Cursing, Moody shoved back his hood and glared at the darkness around him. His magic eye swiveled in his head, but noticed nothing that his normal couldn't see for itself. What an absolute waste of time. Moody scowled, scratching the remains of his nose. Something was about to happen, he was sure of that, but he'd be damned if he could find out where.
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