Post by Drucilla Hunt on Aug 11, 2007 19:07:55 GMT
Cilla sat in the Leaky Cauldron, looking suspiciously at the bottle of firewhiskey in front of her.
She'd been taught not to drink things if she hadn't followed the process of them being poured and handed it to her.
It could be posioned.
Or drugged.
She pushed it away from her, folding her arms across her body in a protective way and putting her hands in the opposite pockets.
She glanced around the bar.
It wasn't too crowded yet but she knew when it did get too crowded, she'd have to leave because the amount of people would make her nervous and she couldn't be held responsible for her actions if she got nervous and felt hemmed in.
But it was okay at the moment.
So she could just sit and drink, or not drink, alone for the time being.
She'd been taught not to drink things if she hadn't followed the process of them being poured and handed it to her.
It could be posioned.
Or drugged.
She pushed it away from her, folding her arms across her body in a protective way and putting her hands in the opposite pockets.
She glanced around the bar.
It wasn't too crowded yet but she knew when it did get too crowded, she'd have to leave because the amount of people would make her nervous and she couldn't be held responsible for her actions if she got nervous and felt hemmed in.
But it was okay at the moment.
So she could just sit and drink, or not drink, alone for the time being.
