After Work

After a long hard day of work in the life of Henry Jamison, the man decided he would go get drinks. Usually Henry rarely consumed alcohol, but he was loosing money and there was a holiday coming up. Henry hated holidays, he hated the bubbling smiles of children on Christmas, the clanging of pots and pans on New Years, Oh and definitely Halloween ; annoying children coming up to his door and asking for handouts of candy that he had to waste money on, forget that. Henry didn't even buy candy for his children before he disowned them, they were lucky to get something on Christmas. But Henry didn't have to worry about children now, he disowned his. Having children was Henry's worst mistake ever.

Slowly walking down the snow ridden cobblestone path of the streets of Hogsmede, Henry gave sharp rude glares to every child that he saw playing in the snow, casted heat charms on snowmen that were just created, and juat ruining the children's fun. Winter was the worst time of year, not only was it cold but the people of London were just simply too perky, and full of holiday cheer. Many busisnesses had bright LED lights in their windows, or maybe a wreath on the door. You wouldn't see such a thing in Henry's headquarters. The place was never decorated for any holiday of any kind. Nor were they closed an holidays.

Entering the Three Broomsticks tavern, Henry was overjoyed that the place was quiet, more so that there weren't any children around. It wasn't that Henry hated children, they just annoyed the crap out of him. Always full of energy and perky, never having to take care of themselves.

Taking a seat at a circular wooden table, Henry ordered a firewhisky sat back in the chair, summoned a newspaper, and waited for his drink.

Damn werewolves Thaor though to himself as he recalled the events that had taken place the last few days. He couldn't help shake the feeling that he was being watched. He was leaving Michael's house in Hogsmeade when he decided he'd stop in the Three Broomsticks and grab a pint, or four.

He entered the small pub and noticed it was completely empty, save, one man, whom he somewhat recognized as Henry Jamison. He didn't know much about the man, other than he was a very powerful business man, his resources could prove to be, beneficial, during Thaor's search for the truth of what happened in the Department of Mysteries.

He walked towards the man and asked, Is this seat taken?

Henry's firewhisky finally cameto his table, but he couldn't even open it without being asked to be joined. Now usually Henry would decline any sort of offer that involved social interaction,especially from a man no younger than fifty. But as it so happenedto be, there was something oddly familiar about this man. A former employee maybe? No that couldn't be the case, this man looked too...... shady to work for him. Maybe this man could be useful.

Putting the newspaper flat on the table Henry replied ''You may join me if you wish so.'' Taking a couple of large gulps from his firewhisky, he noticed it to be nearly empty.

Time for another one.

''Waitress!'' Henry called out into the room. The slender looking woman came hobbling over. '' I'll take a drink that shall not be named, and whatever this man orders is on me.'' He said sternly to the woman. Henry figured he should make this mans acquaintance, even if it costed him money.

Thaor took a seat as Henry invited him to join him. Alice, make that two, and put them on my tab. he said with a smile as she went behind the bar and brought their drinks to them.

Thaor turned back to Henry, Thaor Elldir, nice to met you. he said, adding Jr that is. to avoid confusion between himself and his father.