[ like the layout? you fucking better. =D i still didnt read the whole book yet, only on pg 200 something, and i dont wanna know what happens, and i feel like i have to finish it before i post. heres a little diddy though. ]
George walked down Diagon Alley, hands stuffed deep in his jeans pockets. With his head nodding forward over his chest and the slow gait of a person headed nowhere, it would be hard to believe that he had a very purposeful trip to the Hogs Head to make.
It was approachingly dark, and so he passed murky windows whose lack of light had drained the color out of the brick and wooden shop faces. Flourish and Blotts, Madam Malkins.. he passed them by without being able to read the oversized name tags hanging off each roof awning; he'd memorized the place since he and Fred had set up shop. Hogs Head was in front of him before he realized, a soft and muffled light eminating from the glass. He pushed the door open with the palm of a hand and strode inside.
Empty, it seemed. The bar stools were cleaned and upside down atop the tables and the bar itself. Everything was gently lit, George could smell alcohol wafting in from the large array of bottles a dozen or so feet ahead.
He grabbed onto a protruding stool leg absently while eyeing the room. It was eerie, but his body was relaxed. Over the past couple of months he had become quite in tune with the abnormal. He tongued the back of the fangs in his closed mouth. Would they ever go away? They seemed to be getting duller; smaller even...
Somebody burst through the door behind him. He spun around, taking the bar stool with him and accidentally swinging it towards the intruders head. They cursed, ducked, and got hit in a protecting forearm anyway. George cringed. "Sorry! All right there?"
"All right." A small, brown haired girl in a deep gray, plush looking cloak wiped the sawdust off her shoulders. She looked up at him. "D'you have any idea how hard it is to transform when there are people around? I thought Diagon Alley was empty this time of night!" She looked up at George. Her eyes gleamed yellow. "Shop owner was nice to keep this open for ya."
"Yeah, I give him the spare galleon here and there... anyway..."
"Yes. Right." She pulled out a leaflet from an inner coat pocket. George caught a flash of a bare, fleshy hip underneath; he remained unperturbed as he realized she was nude underneath: Animagus didn't reappear with clothes on and she had probably found that dirty old cloak in a garbage can somewhere.
"About Sage..." she continued.
"So can you help me?"
"Yes. Let's get down to business. Gimme a hand here wouldya?"
She and George started pulling the rest of the stools from a table to sit and discuss the Order. | 
