Three broomsticks (Open)

[Iris Flos]

Iris walked into the Tree Broomsticks. She liked it here, having been here when she was younger. She walked up to the counter and ordered a butter beer. As she waited for her drink to come she decided to try and enchant someone with her singing, so she began to sing.

[Dycelle Doholov]

Dycelle wasn't the most experienced in woman or creatures but he knew a siren when he saw one. Looking at the faces of the muggles in the Three Broomsticks he grinned and stuffed his hands into his pockets when the woman stopped he walked up to her offering her another beer.

"Interesting voice you have madam," he commented before leaning in teasingly. "A talent that you must be in your blood." He stated before leaning back.

[Iris Flos]

Iris Smiled at the man who had just come in, he knew she was not human, and judging by his tone he knew what she was. "I'd say it is." She beamed, her young face glowing. "How did you know?" she asked the young man.

He offered her another beer and she took it thanking him. "so what brings you here?" she asked.

[Dycelle Doholov]

Dycelle shrugged.

"I just felt it I suppose. Oh perhaps the siren's call such as your own drove me to this irresistible quaint bar also the promise of food." He grinned. "Dycelle at your service." He stated extending a hand.

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