The first thing Harry did when he fled the palace was to find a bar. As he walked leisurely around the rather calm town, his bodyguards following close behind but not invading the privacy of his sorrow, he noticed that he could distinguish quite a few delicious scents… but nothing heavenly.
The bar wasn’t too busy seeing as it was a week day, and Harry was thankful, for that meant less body odors to suffer.
The bartender looked at him with a c****d eyebrow and demanded that he showed him an ID. Harry openly grimaced for he had forgotten his wallet home, and then got off the stool he had just sat on, and prepared to fight it out with the guy.
Nick deposited a calming hand on his shoulder, and when the teenager looked at him, he shook his head negatively. Alex, on the other hand, took
