Eight Days (Part 2/5)
Hahahaaaa remember when I said this was almost done three weeks ago? Laughs jokes liesss.(Though on the bright side–now five parts, eh??)
Here is part two, in all its over-written glory. I reserve the right to go back in and tweak this as needed because I know it’s a bit much but I can’t stare at it anymore. I’m pretty sure I’m making it worse.
Link to PART 1
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True to promise, The Cornish Pixie is the most properly dodgy dive bar James has encountered in ages. With paint peeling off the walls, rickety stools lining the few shabby wooden tables left standing, and a handful of aging bar-huggers who appear as if they may have very well first hunkered down for a pint around the time of the 1472 Goblin Rebellion, the locale delivers on all counts. James feels at once delighted, and vaguely in danger.
Though frankly, he feels decidedly more in danger when he inquires—politely, one last time—for Lily Evans, Jr. Quidditch Correspondent, to explain how her equally dodgy recording contraption works.
(Admittedly, it is the fourth time he’s asked.)
(Hardly his fault though, is it? The ruddy thing was wonky as hell, and who knew someone could look so bloody gorgeous while also looking so bloody homicidal?)
(Proper distracting, that. On several levels.)
“You’re not serious,” is what she says, with the look that adds, I may kill you if you are.