Sockpuppet War!

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OOC: I felt the need to break my brain in half. Hence the following sockpuppet thread. Enjoy.

Simkin required alcohol for his lunch with that irrespressible Puck; Robin Goodfellow. This meant either conjuring it up (which was never quite satisfying) or visiting the Ravenclaw bar. This second option wasn't exactly appealing either, because the bar had become infested recently with those deranged little blue men; the Nac Mac Feegle.

However, it has been requested, most courteously by Mr Goodfellow, and as such, Simkin was inclined to visit the rampaging hordes. Of course, he'd probably kill Robin for this eventually, but that could wait.

Dressed professionally, similar to what he imagined a lawyer would wear (and feeling very dour. The only colour was the orange silk handkerchief that was a permanent fixture of his), he wandered down into the bar, and looked for the crazed Feegles.

"Ahem."