Dobby. Bloody hell.

{Before you stands a hole in the wall type bar. Nothing too fancy, if anything it would be the opposite. Simple stone architecture and wooden benches. The scene looks as though it was ripped right out of a fantasy setting. Behind the counter stands a sighing young man with ginger hair.} <br> <br> Nobody here, huh? Blimey. I thought I'd find somebody I knew. But they've all flown the bloody coop or something. <br> <br> {With a grin he stretches and pulls out his wand. With a flick, light begins to stream out of the wand.} <br> <br> Scourgify! <br> <br> {The light begins cleaning the many surfaces around the tavern as the young man waits for another person.}