Micah
I step quietly into a small tavern, my boots thudding lightly on the floor as I walk. Several heads turn as I pass, to say the least I'm fairly infamous in the wizarding community. I'm known largely for my love of fucking with everyone nearby.
I approach the bar and take a seat, bringing a Marlboro red short to my mouth and lighting it with a snap of my fingers. Though illusions are my fortè, I happen to be fairly experienced in the arts of fire magics, though I rarely use them for more than lighting a cigarette.
The tender approaches me timidly, and speaks in a mouse-like tone, gesturing to a "No-smoking" sign.
"Y-Y-You c-can't smoke in h-h-here."

I glance up at him with a slight smirk, then lean in and whisper. 
"[I] Hypocrite [/I]"

Very suddenly he lets out a deranged cry as a smoke-stack protrudes from the center of his head, smoking like a chimney. He jumps about screaming, and I laugh aloud, putting out my cigarette as the stack sinks back into his head.
"Enough of the theatricals we both know your perfectly fine."
He feels around his head, checking to be sure the bulge has left before scurrying into the back room. 
A large, muscular man, steps behind the bar and pours me a large glass of Vodka, on the rocks. He slides it towards me and I take it all down my throat in a fast swig.
"I'll take the bottle tonight Julio, and you might want to bust out two or three more. I want to forget that trick so it'll still be funny tomorrow."
The man, Julio, nods and walks into the backroom, soon returning with the other bottles. I begin to lay down two fresh fifty dollar bills, but am stopped short by Julio's grip.
"On the house." He grunts in his gravelly voice. 
I wink and chuckle aloud
"It's a tip."

I light another cigarette and pour myself the second glass of many as Julio opens a window.