adolph & emma - dinner for two

The Fountain of Fair Fortune in Diagon Alley hadn’t been open for two months yet, and already getting a reservation at the formal restaurant and bar was a challenge. With the connections that came alongside the Mulciber name, however - and the constant fear of his less than personable demeanour that lingered over almost every interaction he had with another being - he managed to procure one only a few hours beforehand. Whoever lost their table as a result was not his problem.

Now, he didn’t mean to arrive early, but he did intend to arrive before his date, to ensure the place lived up to its reputation. When he finally saw her arrive at the door from his place at the bar, he rose, glass in hand to greet her. Politely offering an arm, he raised an eyebrow. “You’re late.”