He doesn't like waiting in the Hogshead alone, and a part of him wishes Alois would have come along to keep him company. He probably wouldn't have minded seeing Russia here with him - might love to, even, but....
That is why he came alone. He didn't explain why he wanted to go here of all places before the rain, not beyond a wish for one good drink before going back to school. But the Hogshead is not charming and it looks so unpleasant from the outside and Alois is not going to walk that far on a rainy day -
He takes only a small swig, still having it in mind to wait for Russia before really tipping a few mugs of firewhiskey back, and stares into his current one turning clockwise and counter-clockwise in his hands. He's typically ignored sitting back here, at first a tiny spectacle, but the type to easily fade in the background amongst wizards who cared not a patron's age. The whispers and mutterings of the pub, low and few between, seem to pick up after a while of waiting, and Latvia brightens only a little.
He isn't alone anymore, but he has a much larger, wet wizard about to join him in his booth. Mixed feelings, but not unwelcome ones.
"Y-you won't dry off first, Ivan?" A human name amongst human folk, at least while his voice still needs to carry. He's tempted to pull out his wand and use a drying spell himself if he has to, but he isn't the most experienced with them. So instead of his hand slipping into his pocket, his palm rests at his side.
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He doesn't like waiting in the Hogshead alone, and a part of him wishes Alois would have come along to keep him company. He probably wouldn't have minded seeing Russia here with him - might love to, even, but....
That is why he came alone. He didn't explain why he wanted to go here of all places before the rain, not beyond a wish for one good drink before going back to school. But the Hogshead is not charming and it looks so unpleasant from the outside and Alois is not going to walk that far on a rainy day -
He takes only a small swig, still having it in mind to wait for Russia before really tipping a few mugs of firewhiskey back, and stares into his current one turning clockwise and counter-clockwise in his hands. He's typically ignored sitting back here, at first a tiny spectacle, but the type to easily fade in the background amongst wizards who cared not a patron's age. The whispers and mutterings of the pub, low and few between, seem to pick up after a while of waiting, and Latvia brightens only a little.
He isn't alone anymore, but he has a much larger, wet wizard about to join him in his booth. Mixed feelings, but not unwelcome ones.
"Y-you won't dry off first, Ivan?" A human name amongst human folk, at least while his voice still needs to carry. He's tempted to pull out his wand and use a drying spell himself if he has to, but he isn't the most experienced with them. So instead of his hand slipping into his pocket, his palm rests at his side.
He pats the seat beside him; welcome, friend.