- Messages
- 37
- Wand
- 16" Beech Wood, Esence of the Hair from the Mane of a Kelpie.
Watson walked down Bleak Street - it was hardly a sight that many would see, an Auror walking through one of the darkest places in the Wizarding world. Coming to a halt at the door of the Poison Ater, Watson examined the shop before taking entry. It seemed like a quite day - exactly what Watson wanted, especially because of the reputation he would have round these parts. You didn't have to be around to know that Remus caused a bit of a kerfuffle in the Ater on a few occasions. It wasn't only that for the reason that Watson was here, but on a schedule that Remus had planned (pinned to his bedside table), The Poison Ater was the stop for food on the day of Remus' death. Could something he had eaten here be linked to his heart attack? Watson wasn't here on buisness, it was more of a follow up then anything - not to mention stopping off and grabbing something to eat.
Remus had also mentioned to Watson that Mister Acwel Ater may or may not have had something to do with the death of the two's mother. Then again, Remus may have clarified that - but Watson received no letters to inform him of any further progress. Groaning as he placed his hand to the door, Watson opened it and the door creaked, hitting the bell above it. There was no way of getting in here quietly. His shoes clacking against the floor, Watson came to the bar and tapped on the bench, waiting for one of the Ater's to make a show.
Remus had also mentioned to Watson that Mister Acwel Ater may or may not have had something to do with the death of the two's mother. Then again, Remus may have clarified that - but Watson received no letters to inform him of any further progress. Groaning as he placed his hand to the door, Watson opened it and the door creaked, hitting the bell above it. There was no way of getting in here quietly. His shoes clacking against the floor, Watson came to the bar and tapped on the bench, waiting for one of the Ater's to make a show.