Avalon Wright
The use of the word 'twat' wasn't the one that bother Avalon. Half-breed. It sounded like he said the word with disgust. Most people didn't have the balls to admit that they didn't like someone or something. Ava made sure that people knew she was cautious and skeptical about pruebloods. She made them work for approval from her. She didn't do friends with them right away, no, too many bad experiences. As the saying goes, 'fool me once...'.
Her face reamined blank as the wizard turned on his heels and walked away from her. She could feel the anger, bubbling just below the surface. It wasn't a good sign, but Ava like to think of herself above childish name calling or yelling. So instead of causing a scene (unlike one childish asshat) Avalon simply walked away.
And into Penrose's office.
Finding a bar that catorred to the magical community wasn't hard in London. There were a lot of them with various cliental and of course, Ava found herself among less...human companions. It was a nice, lively bar, albeit a little on the sketvhy side. Then again, many of them probably lived sketchy lives.
In one fell swoop, Ava downed her shot, slamming the glass onto the counter as the wizard beside her did the same. He was a huge fellow, really huge, and if she remembered correctly, his grandmother had been a giant. Didn't matter though, he was nice enough to pay for a few rounds.
Goblin fire whiskey was good and it hit like a couple of Bludgers. Apparently the stuff was hard to make, made with anchanted fire, and left a person with smoke coming out of their mouth. Ava could certainly atest to that last bit as a bit of smoke escaped from between her lips. Her head was definitely cloudy. "Another round, on me this time." She said to the bartender as she slapped down a few galleons. "And keep them coming."
The woman tending to her said nothing, instead just poured her and her giant friend one more shot each and then left the bottle right in front of Ava. The withc threw it back with ease. Her companion on the other hand gave the shotglass a look of contempt before swallowing it and biddind her adieu. As he staggered away, Ava couldn't help thinking that he had some horrible alcohol tolerance for someone with Giant in their blood.
Now drinking buddy-less, Ava poured herself another shot. So, quitting hadn't gone so well. Penrose had been extremely unhappy and frantic. He calld her ministry who then called her. In the end she had been barred from taking any means of transportation back home until the issue was resolved. Which meant she was essentially being kept prisoner on foreign soil. This made her unhappy and thus getting smashed appeared to be the only move left available.
She downed her shot.