"All the World Is a Vast Museum"

Livingston P. Lovechild opened the door and beckoned, waving with a slight bow. "After you, good sir!" Despite the thick icy gusts of snow swirling through the doorway, Harry stepped through, and Livingston followed him, pulling the door closed behind him. Outside the bar darkness had fallen, and the snow had apparently never stopped falling, now lying at least a foot and a half deep on the…