Blissfully unaware that he was interrupting a solemn conversation, or that this 'restaurant' was supposed to be run by Muggles, Nathaniel set the plates and drinks down on the table and stood up proudly. '"Ere you are signore, signorina. Bon appetit!" With a flourish of a small cloth he headed...
Nathaniel was glad for Rudolf's idea, because he hadn't had a clue what Phoebe had said. He had just turned to head back for the house when he heard a comment that made him freeze, one foot hovering in the air. Great. Now he had to creep. As carefully as he could, Nate tiptoed away from the...
Nathaniel didn't think Rudolf had completely thought things through when he'd asked him to wait on them that evening. As if he would allow such a wonderful opportunity pass him by! Smoothing his uniform, he approached the gazebo, notepad and quill in hand. "Ah! good evening signore, signorina...
Nathaniel glanced up at man who'd approached the bar, noticing the familiar lines of a tired Father etched into his forehead. He smiled - mainly to himself - and turned his attention to the bartender. "On me," he said affably, indicating to the firewhisky the man had just ordered. The Lagowskis...
There was nothing particularly unordinary about the street on which The Hippogriff's Head stood. To Muggles, the rustic wizarding tavern appeared to be little more than a disused old house between two shops. Nobody ever seemed to notice it was there, nor question its derelict structure, which...
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