drinks and answers ; open

TAG: @open. WORDS: 453. NOTES: credit to Meghan Linsey & Aloe Blacc for Lyrics.

This had to be the stupidest thing he had ever done. No, strike that he had done far stupider things in his twenty-six-year-old life. Either way what he was doing right now counted as a stupid idea and one that was basically poking death in the face or trying to escape a dragon’s nest with it’s egg. As he made his way down to Knockturn Alley he thought of the day that he had, that had lead him here this night, right after getting off work. The recent buzz among the Ministry and more so in the media and community was the leaked memo where the Minister proposed waiving trials for known death eaters and just sending them right to Azkaban. The memo was a move for power as Alvar saw but, it was sort of troubling for all the power she asked for in the memo. Along with the gossip of the memo the day had been busy with paperwork and filled with several raids that had recently been ordered by the Minister apart of her new tough on death eater’s approach. The last raid had resulted in him getting injured by a nasty curse, the scar on his arm was still present something that might not go away. Along with the scar, the paperwork, the nonstop gossiping, and the lack of answers in a case of his had drawn him to yearn for liquor after work.

However; he decided that the Three Broomsticks would not be the place he wanted to visit tonight, not even the Hog’s Head. Instead, he decided while drowning the day’s frustrations in hard liquor he could also hopefully seek answers from someone in a case of his. The White Wyvern was the perfect place he figured to hopefully pick up a lead or find someone who might be of interest to the case he was working on. However; he also knew that the place was filled with the worst of the worst and considering he was an Auror and a blood traitor to an infamous murderous Bellerose family that it posed a lethal threat to him. Death could easily be waiting in the pub above the tattoo parlor, just biding it’s time for Alvar to enter. It didn’t matter through it was the bravery of a Gryffindor that drove him tonight as he walked into the pub and merely glanced around observing the surroundings of the pub quickly.

Only a few people were in the pub the night as he made his way to the bar and looked at the bartender who didn’t look at all welcoming. ”Fire Whiskey, get me the bottle mate” said Alvar as he dropped a bag of Galleons on the bar.