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The door opens, and the chatter on the other side of the door is almost similar to the chatter within the bar itself. (He'd been in the Great Hall.)

A young boy of sixteen lingers by the woodwork, staring with wide eyes. They're familiar eyes, for those who knew his father (and, as Albus knows very well, there is hardly a wizard or witch who hasn't heard of his father) - or better yet, his grandmother - and the jet-black, slightly messy hair is a another characteristic that bears a striking resemblance to the Boy Who Lived.

But on closer inspection, one can spot the differences. This young boy does not wear glasses. And he does not have the same air of confidence the Potters tend to have. (No Potter, for example, would hesitate by the doorside, contemplating slipping back out as if he'd never stepped in at all.)

Whether one recognizes the boy or not, the unmistakable 'I've never been here before, what is this place?' look is a familiar one for any regular patron of the bar.

[ooc: I meant to do this weeks ago, but did not get a chance. :( I really wanted to stick him in though, so here goes! This can totally be used for car keys, by the way! Should make it easier for some to tag. ;)

It is also subject to slowtime.

tiny!tag: albus potter]

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She shakes her head no. "Sorry. I'm not the academic type."

He wondered if she might, so she assumes that it's some well known school among certain circles. Dinah is not in those circles.

"Have something to drink. It's safe."

And he still seems worried.

He simply figured this strange place must have some affiliation to Hogwarts if he opened a door directly connected to it.

But clearly that was an error in his logic. He's already learning that much.

"Um. What sorts of things can I drink?"

(Worrying is part of Albus' personality; he can't help it.)

"Anything you want," she says. "It's magic, after all."

(And it occurs to her that maybe that's not standard British school uniform. Still, he asked.)

"She'll know if you're underage - the Bar. So I wouldn't try it."

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He nods dumbly, assuming 'the Bar' is a sort of blanket term to cover the staff who work at the bar.

He's a wizard; magic tends to be the answer to pretty much anything that wouldn't ordinarily happen in a muggle's world.

"I could do with a Butterbeer," he says.

Dinah glances around for a rat, fails to find one, and holds a finger up in a 'wait right there' gesure before hoping out of her chair and over to the bar.

"Can I have a butterbeer for Albus - actually, make that two?"

She gives him a continuation of her open, friendly grin. "I've never tried this before."

"B-but there's no one there," he notes rather stupidly, glancing towards the unexpectedly empty bartop.

Well, it's not that empty anymore. Now there are two steaming mugs of warm butterbeer, one of which Dinah presents to Albus.

"Albus, this is Bar.

"Magic."

"Magic," he breathes, accepting the offered mug with a murmured 'thank you'. "It's a very cool sort of magic."

He blinks towards the drink now, inspecting it for general comparisons of what he's used to.

"It looks just like the ones from -"

Home? Is that the right word to use?

"From your world?" Dinah fills in.

"It might be. I don't know where they come from. My uncle's a famous sorceror, but I know nothing about this stuff."

"Yeah," he says, nodding.

Lifting the mug to his lips, he takes a sip.

"Well. If it isn't from my world -" And that does not sound weird at all to say "- it's - it's a terribly good imitation."

He gestures for her to try, too.

"Butterbeer's a bit like drinking warm butterscotch," he explains.

She does, and grins when she does, blue eyes wide.

"Oh wow."

His smile widens.

"It's quite good, isn't it?"

"Just when I think this place can't surprise me more..." Dinah says.

"Albus, you are the second person to introduce me to a new favourite drink in Milliways.

"I'm remembering this."

Aw, yay!

"I'm glad you like it," he says rather proudly. "It's my favourite thing to drink back home. It gives you that sort of warm buzz, too, without the other less desirable after-effects."

Pause.

"What's your other favourite drink?"

"Frapuccinos," Dinah says, being from a pre-Starbucks time period. "It's like a frozen coffee milkshake."

"Those sound really good," he notes.

He's a bit curious as to what they look and taste like. They don't have things like that in the Wizarding World, and he doesn't spend near enough time in muggle London to try one either.

"Don't forget to try one," Dinah advises. "they can be flavoured as well, so you could have on butterscotch flavour if you wanted."

But this Butterbeer is good.

"Oh! and I don't know how old you are, but there's a fund that covers kids' tabs. I think the upper age limit is flexible, but I never used it much."

"I think I will," he says, nodding. Not now, of course - well, maybe not until he's finished with his original drink - but certainly in the near future.

"Oh? ... um. Well, I'm sixteen. I don't know if that counts. But I've got some Galleons left."

"If that's currency where you're from she'll take it," Dinah says. "Then she runs credit just fine, so I wouldn't worry too much about paying."

"Oh. Okay."

He is about to reach for his money, which is located in the front pocket of his school-bag (a slightly worn, well-used black messenger bag), but he pauses.

"Will she know my name?"

"The first one's free anyway," Dinah reminds him.

"But yes, she does. Don't ask me how."

He remembers, and lets his bag fall back against his side.

"What else does she know?"

"Bar?" Dinah shrugs. "Names, whether you're underage. things she needs to serve you, I think.

"If it's a problem, you'd have to ask Mike, he's the barman."

He nods.

"Okay. Is he an actual man? Or ... the broom closet, or something?"

"No, he's a man," Dinah confirms. "At the moment. He's in his twenties, blond hair,"

And... she winces, trying to figure out how to pin Mike's most obvious feature at the moment delicately. "He's got a really noticeable pot belly at the moment."