fandomtownies | Devils Nest, Friday

Carl was tired, what with the late nights printing and reading up on witchcraft and spells in any piece of literature he could manage to locate in hopes of aiding the Resistance. But he dragged himself to the Devil's Nest and opened up. He needed the paycheck, after all.

Time to paste on a smile, pretend to like the horror that was Umbridge Island, and lend an ear to all who wandered through those well greased doors of the town's one and only place to purchase drinks of the adult variety.

Anyone of legal age and not a known Resistance member? Come spend your coin. Order a drink! Come tell the barkeep your secrets and woes!

Carl promises not to tell, honest.

But he doesn't promise not to print it.

[OCD free!]