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Roof
Aug 2, 2007 13:17:16 GMT -5
Post by Administrator on Aug 2, 2007 13:17:16 GMT -5
While not easy to get to, the roof of the Leaky Cauldron's a nice getaway. Mind your feet, though-- The Leaky Cauldron cannot be held accountable if you trip and fall to an untimely death.
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Roof
Jul 23, 2010 1:26:03 GMT -5
Post by Camille Prieur on Jul 23, 2010 1:26:03 GMT -5
Anyone looking up at the Leaky Cauldron at dusk might walk by without a second glance, others might notice something a bit odd. There was a dark smoke rising to the sky, but it wasn't that of the chimney, it was too thin, and it twisted and coiled upon itself as it ascended. Another oddity could be seen dangling from the gutter. A patent black high heel hung just ever so dangerously on the corner of the roof's drain. If the sights went unnoticed, maybe the noise wouldn't. Old rock, reminiscent of the 1960's could be heard faintly on the evening wind. It was hard to tell if the music coming from the radio was muggle or wizard kind as there were no lyrics.
Camille sat near the top of the roof, leaned back on her elbows against the peak, and looked like the picture of relaxation. Her bare feet were crossed and a cigarette burned a few inches from her long nails, going almost unnoticed. The woman let her head fall back and closed her eyes, enjoying the warm breeze that was accompanying her music.
Her cigarette went ignored too long and a hot pile of ashes fell onto her knuckles. If anything had gone unnoticed before, the short slur of curse words and disgruntled noises that escaped Camille's mouth as she jumped certainly wouldn't. Stubbing the cigarette out and crossing her arms across her chest the bartender leaned back again, determined to enjoy this moment of respite.
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