"Let me see your big Durmstrang."

His head slides from underneath his cloaks. "Oh, your one of those types huh." The man said as Rose get a good look at the shrouded man's face. He was a forty-year-old man with a twisted evil face. A face that the old headmaster may take a liking to. She stares at him. The claw marks embody his facial appearance. His dark black eyes traveled up Rose's young body.

"What do you mean by that?" Rose said to him. She thought he might be suggesting her wizarding lineage. Rose thought he was implying that.

He stood up as Rose took a mental note about the people around her. The old man made sure to walk further away from where the man is setting. The barkeep groans out, acting as if he doesn't want this man in his establishment. The sleeping drunk kept in her pools of liquor gold of bad judgment. The couple greatly grew closer together. The man holding eye contact with the man while embracing his girl to his chest.

The man smile seeing the fear he brings to these people. "Why don't you come with me? I can show you a thing or two that will favorably fascinate you." He pushes a hairy hand toward Rose. His forearm was equally covered in a black forest matching the lessening black hair on the top of his head.

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