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Post by Ethan Krosse on Jan 13, 2010 11:38:15 GMT -5
While all the other students were busy down in Diagon, searching for their perfect school supply, Ethan snagged the chance to go to Hogsmeade during its off season. It was a hard thing to accomplish, believe it or not, but here he was, walking the streets of this wizarding village, ignoring everyone as he passed them by and headed for his destination.
His Grandmother would be disappointed if she knew he was here and not out doing what everyone else was doing. His Grandfather would most likely turn a blind eye and his Uncle; well, ever since Ethan was sorted into Slytherin, let's just say the two of them don't get along very much anymore. He paused for a moment, in front of the pub which was his destination, and looked up at the sign. Battered, old, and in desperate need of a new coat of paint the words "The Hog's Head" could barely be read across the plank of wood that the bar-owner was using.
Disgusting.
Still, this was the only place where someone his age could attain firewhisky without the hassel of showing proof of age. At least, it was true when auror's weren't present. He walked inside and scanned the area. Well, Merlin's Ghost must be happy today, there was no one in the pub. It was eerily empty. He took a seat at the barstool, and the bartender approached him, using a filthy rag to wash an even filthier glass. Neither man said a word to the other until Ethan frowned. "Firewhiskey."
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Post by Tabatha Greene on Jan 13, 2010 14:17:07 GMT -5
Tabatha had never liked Diagon Alley, especially when it was likely she might run into someone she really didn't want to. And with September 1st looming closer and closer she didn't fancy her chances. It was highly likely that she'd bump into a group of her old friends and have to deal with the bitchy glares that seemed to find her whenever she was within about six or seven feet of them. So instead she opted for Hogsmeade. It was only full of students during the school year, so it was definitely the safer option.
She used the fireplace and landed very safely in the Three Broomsticks. Out of common courtesy she ordered a Butterbeer. It was just rude to floo into a pub and not stay for a drink. That was her view anyway. After her non-alcoholic beverage she headed for the shops. Sometimes she wondered why people even bothered with the Alley, the shops and Hogsmeade were just as handy and there was more variety. Then again...she did enjoy a Fortesque's every now and then.
She managed to get the bulk of her shopping in the space of an hour, it might have been half an hour had she not stopped to admire a dress that she really couldn't afford but considered buying anyway. She wasn't poor really, and since coming of age she had received the money her father left her. Tabatha just couldn't afford to be frivolous.
The humid afternoon was drawing to a close, and as always Tabatha had an itch for something a little bit stronger than a butterbeer. Slowly lugged the bags she was carrying towards the Hogshead.
She pushed the door and at the same time someone walked straight into her, an old hag who merely glared at her. Tabatha narrowed her eyes back, scowling at the woman. She bit her tongue however, she knew just how temperamental reguluars of the Hogs Head could be, having had a run in with a hag only five months ago. Her scathing remark could wait for someone who would not bite her ear off.
Her now bad mood hanging over her like a cloud she moved through the fairly empty bar and threw herself down on an empty stool not registering the person sitting next to her, "Firewhiskey." She muttered turning to her right. Ethan Krosse, Tabatha blinked once or twice, she hadn't expected to see any fellow students let alone a housemate, lucky for her she was sitting next to possibly the best looking Slytherin in the school.
"Summer treat you well Krosse?" She asked leaning her elbow on the bar and placing her head in her hand, pouting only slightly.
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Post by Ethan Krosse on Jan 15, 2010 23:39:27 GMT -5
He slammed his drink, holding his breath for a moment, before he exhailed and slid his tongue across his front teeth. That hit the spot, good and rough. Just how Ethan liked it. The barkeep approached him, but Ethan simply tossed the money his way, the coins sliding across the bar with great difficult, pausing only a short distance away from him due to the bars disgustingly sticky surface. He rolled his eyes and the bartender took the money.
The bell chimed, announcing another customer, but Ethan didn't bother turning to see who it was. If it was a student, he'd have to give Hogwarts more credit than he had in the past, being that it was hard to find a student who ever broke a rule, especially in these trying times. If it was a Professor, then what the hell? They couldn't very well suspend him, could they? If it was an ex of his (and only Merlin knew how many of those were floating about), well, then someone up there didn't like him very much, did they?
Whoever it was took a seat next to him, but Ethan kept his eyes fixed on the rows of alcohal ahead of him. No need to make mindless chit-chat, even if they had decided to grace themselves with his presence. The person next to him placed her order, and Ethan's eyebrows rose. He knew that voice, how could he not? Turning slowly, he lavished his eyes on the beautiful Tabatha Green. A smirk played on his lips as he slowly took her in, even taking his time with her scent. The girl always smelled just right, didn't she?
"Summer treat you well, Krosse?" Tabatha asked, a slight pout on her features. Ethan's eyes danced at the sight. To be honest, summer hadn't been to kind to him this go around, but it was the final year of living with his Grandparents, and the final few months of listening to them bother him with their insistance of him visiting his now recovered father. Sespite the fact Ethan resepected his father with every morsel of his being, he just wasn't realdy to face the man who allowed himself to become what he became by a halfbreed.
"Quite," Ethan lied, studying her. "And I doubt I even have to ask about your summer, Greene. You look simply ravishing."
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Post by Johnathan Dracsius Cyres on Jan 19, 2010 20:33:02 GMT -5
Johnathan entered with a scowl, his rage flaring from his time at Gringotts. he slammed himself into a seat and ordered a Firewhisky, planning to use it to do one or both of two things. it would either drown out his anger, or ignite it into a bad enough state that he could go and kill something without feeling guilt afterwards. the Firewhisky arrived and he downed the whole bottle in two gulps. then, he heard two familliar voices. Johnathan turned, his scowl replaced with an inquisitive look. Ethan? he looked in amazement. What the hell was Ethan doing here? And Tabatha?! wait, they were at the same table. this looked highly strange. at least for Tabatha. for Ethan this was almost normal. what where they talking about, Johnathan wondered, and began to angle himself to hear their conversation, but caught himself. they were his housemates. why should he try to eavesdrop on them? but it was too interesting. he called over the bartender and ordered two more Firewhiskys to be delivered to their table. hopefully they would call him over. if not, then he wouldnt feel too bad. he would have only wasted about twenty Sickles. he would just watch to see their reaction.
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