[X] You should probably get a meal instead, then. (Cost: 21 knuts)
[X] Listen to the story
-[X] Eavesdrop
Ended up busier than I was expecting, sorry.
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Three seconds ago, the space behind the bar was empty. Now, the old bartender (you're pretty sure his name is Tom, but if you can't remember, he can't be that important, right?) has appeared in front of you.
Briefly, you wonder where he was. There really isn't enough room behind the bar to hide. However, you quickly dismiss the mystery as unimportant.
"I'll have some shepherd's pie," you say. You're not very happy with the fact that you're in a pub with no plans to buy a drink, but you expertly conceal your distaste. After all, a great person is one who can make the best of a bad situation, and you're nearly penniless at the moment.
He raises an eyebrow, but nods and disappears again.
You sit down, taking care to leave a single open seat between yourself and the pair.
Genius, you think. Not close enough for them to notice me, but I'll still be able to listen to them.
"…and then I tried to jump back, of course," the storyteller is saying. "But the first two of 'em were shock enough, and I'd just thought I was safe, so I didn't move in time. That's how I got this one." He motions at the cut on his right shoulder.
"Damn spiders. Anyway, as luck would have it, it was just with one of the legs. Did you know they're pretty sharp? I don't think I coulda gotten out if it had been poison. I jumped back, then. Used a stunner, but it didn't seem to work. That's when I tripped, and it lunged."
"Shepherd's pie," says Tom. While you certainly don't jump, you're a little disoriented by the surprise. Still – Image, you remind yourself.
"Thank you," you say, charmingly. You begin to eat, but the majority of your attention remains on Kettleburn and his friend.
"I thought I was a goner, then, 'cause I dropped my wand when he hit me. But somehow, dodged the fangs as they came down, grabbed the wand again, and got 'im with a Cutter right across a leg." He mimes a slashing motion with the hand not holding the mug. "Hit 'im for a couple more times for good measure. Scratched up my hand getting up, but then I ran like a dragon was after me. The spider didn't run so good with only five legs, though, so I got away."
He drains his mug, then calls out for another. Tom is instantly there to give it to him.
"I went over to the Redding place, but they were off somewhere. The elf gave me some water, let me catch my breath a bit.
"Didn't know anyone else near Inverness to warn, so soon as I felt calm enough to Apparate a ways, I came to get you. Thought you'd know what to do." Inverness. You know where that is; it's in northern Scotland, pretty close to Hogwarts.
"… So the ministry doesn't know about this?" asks Kettleburn.
"Nah, they take forever to do anything, you'd be better, I thought." He looks at Kettleburn's rapidly paling face. "What's wrong? I thought acromantulas were nocturnal?"
Kettleburn sighs. "If you'd paid attention in my class, you would know that though acromantulas are mostly commonly active between dusk and dawn, they have no clearly defined schedule and are still extremely dangerous in daytime." You're pretty sure he never said anything like that in class. At least, you don't remember it, and your memory (like everything else about you) is almost perfect.
"Oh."
"There's no time to waste. At least three acromantulas, in a muggle city… this is a disaster. We need to leave – now. But… I should contact Perry, at the DRCMC, and hm… maybe also…"
You smile. (It's a perfect smile.) This is exactly what you were hoping for.
[] Reveal you've been listening and offer your aid. Any irritation at the eavesdropping will disappear in the face of your obvious skill and willingness to help.
[] Leave immediately for Inverness. You'll take down the spiders before they even finish preparing!
[] Go to Inverness, but hang back and watch to see what they do. You know how to solve this, obviously. You're just… curious to see how someone else would handle it.
[] Write-in.
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I couldn't find a place for it, but Lockhart's done eating. (He can eat remarkably quickly, apparently.)