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Post by rose weasley on Sept 21, 2008 13:57:34 GMT -8
 
Rose walked into the three broom sticks; she needed a drink and a strong one. You know them bad days she was having one, sure she wasn’t going to get wasted but one drink wouldn’t do any harm. Her blue robe's was clear not that she had it for any reason just she liked the colour it brought out her eyes. Taken a seat at the bar slowly she was in no rush today, but still she did see few rushing in and out on there own ways. Her eyes following the fast moving people as if she was going in slow motion them fast, which was an odd feeling to have even to this day for Rose here.
Once someone came to serve her Rose looked back she was going to be polite, after all they did nothing to Rose. Sure if it was any of the purist she would be acting differently but this woman seem kind enough. But still Rose couldn’t trust lots out of her family and friends these days war changed people. People could lie and cheat someone easily which was life now like it matter who you trusted they could betray you. But that was life, live or be killed and Rose hated it to this day, and that feeling would not change one bit. “I have a shot of fire whiskey” Rose added sure she wasn’t under age but she didn’t need bottle, she wasn’t going to get drunk. All she needed was strong drink then maybe move on someone where else.
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Post by lysander longbottom on Sept 22, 2008 13:23:12 GMT -8
[/b] have a lot more commitments, it’s not his fault he’s a bus-[/i] Cutting right in the middle of his thoughts, an large barn owl swooped in the bar and was gliding rather quickly towards Lysander – acting on his animal- fearinghating impulses, he stepped back rather violently, slipping on a bottle of butterbeer and – CRASH!Landed forcefully on the back of his head whilst the letter the owl was carrying gently fell on his stomach. With no thought of actually getting up from his awkward position in the middle of the bar and failing to notice that there was a couple of wizards now crowding around him; Lysander tore open the letter with complete enthusiasm and held it above his head (which was still on the floor) as to read it: “‘Sander!
I really hope this letter gets to you on time.
I’m really sorry but I can’t make our little meeting – something else came up.
Sorry for troubling you at the last minute when you could have had other plans for today.
Mitchell ”Upon reading the very short letter, Lysander couldn’t help but grin – Normally, anybody who would have had to get their wand out of their sister’s snake’s poo, rushed to the Three Broomsticks and knocking into a poor woman, thinking they were late for an important meeting, having a nasty encounter with one of their most hated animals, slipping over a bottle of butterbeer and crashing to the floor and being stood up by his boss in the last minute would not only be one hell of an angry person, but would not have a stupid grin plastered on their face like Lysander had at that time. Oh well, at least I get to have a drink and go around Hogsmeade, I mean – I haven’t been out in ages and exploring my favourite village is not exactly a bad thing now, is it?, Lysander thought, his blind optimism getting the best of him.. again. However, it was just the way Lysander was, sure he was clumsy – but he was always optimistic and positive about everything – to the point of being slightly annoying at times. After finally comprehending that there were about ten people leaning over him and staring at him; Lysander gave them all a reassuring nod that her was okay, heaved himself up and shook his messy little head. “Alright there mate?”, asked an older man to his left – one of the people who were leaning over him earlier, “Poor chap, you really need a drink...”, he paused as he called the bartender, “One butterbeer for this young lad here”“Gee, thanks – you really didn’t have to” ,he said gratefully as he took a seat on an isolated table (seeing as the older gentleman was with friends), his heart warming with the thought of a free butterbeer this is the life!, he thought to himself childishly. Yet being so dizzy from the knock on his head, failed to realise that a rather close friend of his was sitting on the table right beside him. [/ul][/size] |
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Post by rose weasley on Sept 24, 2008 8:13:07 GMT -8
Rose did receive her drink but it was after a while, but she didn’t mind much the wait it didn’t bother her one bit. Sure, the drink was small but she would get a softer drink after the drink she just received. Rose just played for shot and simply took a gulp but with little more of liquid in the glass still, Rose would wait to drink some more just to saver the terrible taste, more for something she felt she needed to do. Sure she couldn’t stand the smell and taste but she would have to do what she would have to do. It was better one strong drink then dropped the whole liquor for one, Rose didn’t fancy it anyway.
Finally finishing the dreadful drink with another gulp, Rose wanted something to wash away the taste from her mouth. Upon hearing a male talking to someone, Rose’s attention moved there. She didn’t stare but, did notice what was going on in with the males. It was only one of the few things which were good and interesting here. But still it was clear she knew the male that had got the butter beer free, it was moment for her to realise. Who exactly who it was but still she couldn’t help but wonder why she never did spotted him before now.
It was one of those things you never understood, but Rose dropped thinking why little after a few moments of thoughts. “Lys?” Rose added looking at her close friend now. She had meet him when she was younger he was and is a family friend. She practically had seen him grow up which was good to have someone close other then family with hers so big. Which was one of those things? She would wait for his reply but if he was in the mood to be by himself she would leave him sure, it wouldn’t be rude. But Rose hated to makes things worse then they could be over small things.
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