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This ain't the Hogs Head. - Kelly Wildsmith - January 11, 2025


Kel stared down at the chickenscratch scrawl that had come across his desk and sighed. Who had even written it? Did he want to guess? Would it even be worth it? He already had a headache brewing after hearing from Persephone that Thomasin seemed to have disappeared. Thomasin whose death he already felt at least partially responsible for - and that he desperately hoped that there had been nothing he could've done to prevent. She had disappeared. She was a ghost though and ghosts were known for disappearing from time to time though he doubted Persephone would be worried if it were something not to be worried about. He wondered if he ought to press her more - maybe actually attempt to track her down - though if Thomasin didn't want to be found should he really attempt to do so?

It really was too much for him which meant that wondering which potential idiot with bad handwriting was sending him work was also not a particular priority especially as the work that was being sent his way was a task that he'd worked on trying to fix before, and thought he'd successfully done it. No doubt somebody had messed with the Floo to the Hogs Head. Again. And he was begininnng to think it had something to do with professional sabotage because if he ended up at the Three Broomsticks again... well, he'd be grumpy.

He let out another sigh and stood up, walking to one of the multiple floo points that had been setup in the office for the exact purpose he was about to use it for. He grabbed the floo powder, chucked it in and in a very clear voice stated:

"The Hogs Head." He stepped in, and waited to be transported to the alternate location and sighed, again, as he was transported not to the Hogs Head but to the Three Broomsticks.

Of course it was the Three Broomsticks. Fuckety Fucking Merlin. He had fixed the fucking thing last week and knew it had been well and truly fixed because it had taken him three days. Who the fuck was touching his spells?

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