Theyd been true then, and as he poked his dark-brown messily haired head in through the doorway he saw they were true now too. The dragon researchers Muggle garb set him out instantly among the patrons of the pub, but he did his best to ignore the fact. He was comfortable, and that was all that mattered. Forget the Three Broomsticksif one wanted hardcore beer and racy stories, the Hogs Head was the place to be.
So Sean entered the pub clad in denim jeans, black boots, a grey t-shirt, and a navy fleece jacket. He shrugged his shoulders as he closed the door behind himself, settling the rolled-up hood to a more comfortable angle against the back of his neck, and shook his head briefly to send feathery bangs out of his stark blue eyes and resettle the tapering point of his layered mane over the rolled-up hood. A brief scratch was given to the beginnings of a black goatee on his chin, before the Irishman stowed his hands within the pockets of his jacket and maneuvered his way into the room.
In one pocket he had a pouch, and in that pouch he had what Muggles term a paycheck. But this wasnt a checkit was, in fact, a collection of Galleons. He wasnt even certain how many was there; hed simply received it from his boss and headed directly to the Hogs Head. Upon reaching the nearest unoccupied table, Sean withdrew the pouch and dropped it on the surface, depositing his rump into a chair. Hawk-bright eyes of blue swept up and around to the nearest barmaid; and he blinked in surprise.
Hey! That was that one kid that Athena had introduced him to! Darlinno, Deryn. That was it. With a jaunty grin snapping onto his pale features, Sean lifted a hand to wave at her. Oi! Deryn! Called the musical tones of his medium-pitched voice, the Irish inflection shining through those two simple words.



