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Crichton bounds back downstairs.

"Hey guys, I'm sor- Oh. The water's gone. Never mind then..."

He ignores the smirks, heads over to the bar, and sits down.

"Coffee."

A margarita appears. He pushes it aside. "I said, coffee."

Another margarita appears.

He turns and looks around the room. There aren't many people in the bar right now, but none of them seem to be having any trouble with their orders...

He glares at the bar.

"Look, I told that Bernard guy it was an accident, okay? I didn't mean to do it. Now give. me. some. freaking. coffee!"

A third margarita appears, this time without the glass. The liquid is in an amusing glass shape suspended in midair for barely a moment, before it succumbs to gravity and splashes all over the bar. Crichton leaps out of his chair barely in time to avoid getting drenched.

He turns, looks around the room, and shouts, "Is anybody else still getting nothing but margaritas?"

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Crichton grins. "And here I am wondering why someone would want to avoid you."

he obviously doesn't understand my sense of humour.

"Can't you, I dunno, wave your wand or something and have it tell you where he is?"

i don't know any spell's that would tell me where he is. if he had a tracking charm on him it would be easy but since - as far as i know at least- he doesn't then i just have to wait for him to show.

"Oh, come on, I'm sure there's something you can use. Improvise! Come on, give me a random spell."

theres nothing. i was never great at charms, it's why i'll never make it as an auror. like i said before i'm good at transfiguration, and transfiguration doesn't exactly help here.

"Sure it does. Turn one of these margaritas into a bloodhound and have him sniff out Elvis."

blood hound is no good if it hasn't got anything of raphs to trace him with. plus i don't know a spell for a blood hound, since i never had to do it before.

"Well, he had your wand hidden away for a while, so I'm sure his scent is still on it. But if you can't make a bloodhound..."

He frowns to himself for a bit. "What else can you do?"

i can do lots of things. not all usefull i'm afraid to say, but some are quite interesting. like this one.

*points wand at a glass, which grows legs and begins tap dancing across the bar.*

Crichton laughs. "Okay, now tell it to find Raph."

*laughs*

i'm not sure it's sentient john. about all it can do is dance.

"Fair enough."

He grabs the dancing margarita and lifts it. "Cheers."

Crichton puts the drink down without bringing it to his lips. "Kidding! If you think I'm going to drink from a dancing margarita, you're out of your mind..."

i can make it stop dancing if you want.

A laugh. "No thanks, hon, I had enough margaritas yesterday. How do you suppose I get this bar to forgive me?"

*smiles*

have you tried apologising?

"Yeah, I apologized to the bartender guy last night."

sirius? well it's a start i guess but have you apologised to the bar in person so to speak.

"No, not Sirius, this guy Bernard. Sirius was busy talking to some kid, I'm planning on apologizing to him when I see him next."

bernard's fleurs bloke right?

once you apologise to sirius i'm sure the bar will be ok.

this kid sirius was talking to... did he have glasses and scruffy black hair?

Crichton thinks back. "Erm... yeah, actually, I think he did. Why?"

*smiles* it was harry. sirius' god son. probably a pretty emotional reunion since sirius is dead.

Crichton blinks. "Oh! Okay, then. Explains a bit. ...I suppose I'll talk to Sirius later, then."

well once you do that then i'm sure the bar will forgive you.