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Post by Paul Winston on Dec 30, 2007 3:36:55 GMT -5
It was the first Hogsmeade weekend. The leaves had just started to turn a brilliant orange, and the cold seemed to be coming fast this year. Paul wore a black button up shirt with a green tie. He wore jeans and leather shoes. His hair was sort of messy as always. The Three Broomsticks door opened and the bells that were attached rang. The bartender looked over to see Paul and gave a quick nod. "What can I get fer yah," He said in a boarish tone. "Just a butterbeer," He said softly. He walked toward the back, where a table was left alone. He sat and wrapped his cold hands around the mug.
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Post by Celia Gerudo on Dec 30, 2007 3:44:30 GMT -5
Celia walked into the Three Broomsticks. She felt that it was the perfect day to go out for a drink. As she walked through the door, the bell above the door gave a ring, announcing her arrival, something she didn't really care for. Celia went up to the car and ordered a butterbeer. As she grasped it, she turned around to look for a seat. Everywhere was full except for one space in the corner. It was semi taken, but it was the only empty seat in the place. She made her way over to the table and said to the boy sitting there,"May I sit here?"
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Post by Paul Winston on Dec 30, 2007 3:57:54 GMT -5
Paul was sort of daydreaming, when she asked. "Uh, yea, go ahead," He wasn't going to say no. He brushed the hair out of his face, and took a long sip of his butterbeer. "So my name's Paul, and yourself?" He figured she went to Hogwarts, she looked a tad familiar. He probably recognized her from a class or two. He hoped he wasn't talking to some ignorant Gryffindor, but she didn't look like a Gryffindor. Maybe Ravenclaw, She looked smart. All these thoughts ran through his head as she sat down. He didn't want to indulge himself with the wrong people.
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Post by Celia Gerudo on Dec 30, 2007 4:02:30 GMT -5
Celia's face broke into a big smile. "Thanks!" she said as she sat down and carefully set down her butterbeer, not wanting to spill any. "It's nice to meet you, Paul. I'm Celia." She looked at him, realizing that he looked familiar. She guessed that she had seen him at school, she just couldn't remember where. She leaned over and took a long drink of her butterbeer. After she had swallowed, she turned back to Paul and asked,"So, what house are you in?"
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Post by Paul Winston on Dec 30, 2007 4:07:51 GMT -5
He sort of hesitated. If she was in Gryffindor, she would probably get up and walk away, which gave him the urge to lie. But he didn't and replied, "I'm in the cunning house of Salazaar Slytherin," He said it in a sort of sarcastically, as if it were a false pride. He smiled at her and asked. "And which house are you in?" He took another big gulp of his butterbeer. It was nearly gone at this point. He looked out the window to his right to see a brilliant looking maple tree. The colors of the leaves looked so magnificent it even dumbfounded Paul.
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Post by Celia Gerudo on Dec 30, 2007 19:53:36 GMT -5
Celia smiled slightly. So far in her past at Hogwarts, she hadn't met many nice Slytherins, so she felt rather leery, but she ignored the feeling. "Well, that's cool!" she said, really meaning it. Every house had it's good and bad things. Most people just saw the bad things about the Slytherin house, though. "I'm in Hufflepuff." She said it smiling. She loved her house, but many saw it as a house of idiots who just didn't fit anywhere else. She had been teased a few times for being in Hufflepuff and she was slightly afraid of what Paul would say.
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Post by Paul Winston on Jan 3, 2008 18:26:40 GMT -5
He listened to what she had to say and smiled. "At least your not a filthy Gryffindor." He laughed a little bit. "So what are you up to? Why are you not with your friends." He smiled, and brushed his hair out of his eyes. As he listened he finished his butterbeer, he held it over his head, letting the final drops drip into his mouth. He set the mug on the table and started drumming on the wooden top, to the beat of a familiar wizarding song. He had heard a muggle listening to his music once and it disgusted him. Before he even knew the student was muggleborn he didn't like the music, or him. Sort of a sense you could assume.
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Post by Celia Gerudo on Jan 3, 2008 21:04:43 GMT -5
Celia hesitated for a moment, but smiled. She was happy that Paul hadn't said anything bad about her house, but all of the Gryffindors that she had met had been pretty nice. 'Oh, well,'she thought,'Maybe it's a Slytherin thing. She smiled when he asked her his next question. She leaned over and whispered, so that no one would hear. "Well, I am giving a surprise for them all. They all really helped me out a while back, so I bought them each a little present and I'm having a party and giving it to them!" She held up her shopping bags to show him.
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Post by Paul Winston on Jan 7, 2008 18:19:12 GMT -5
He looked at the bags and saw the presents and sweets she had boughten. "That's a lot of stuff, for friends," After signaling to a waiter, for another butterbeer, He said "Looks like some group of friends is lucky to have you." He smiled. "Why wasn't I invited to any party?" The room was fairly cold, with the limited heat they had. The waitress arrived with his drink and Paul slipped her a sickle. "Do you want one, Celia?" He wasn't quite sure if she had finished hers.
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Post by Celia Gerudo on Jan 7, 2008 22:04:41 GMT -5
Celia smiled, staring at all her gifts. She laughed and blushed slightly when Paul mentioned how lucky her friends were. She waved her hand, something she did often; she often talked with her hands."Oh, it was really nothing. And if I had known you before, you certainly would have been invited!" She laughed slightly at herself, because she knew that he was only joking. She waved her hand again at Paul's request. She turned and looked at drink, finding it almost full. She laughed,"I've barely started on my first one!" She grabbed it and took a small sip. "So, what brought you to Hogsmeade?"
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Post by Paul Winston on Jan 7, 2008 23:10:40 GMT -5
The waitress walked away when she replied to his question. "What brings me to hogsmeade? Well of course to get out of that dusty old school, and me and a couple friends are supposed to me later at the Shrieking Shack," What he meant was, Him and a few friends were going to meet one Gryffindor that they had tricked into going there alone, and that they were going to probably end up in a duel or fist fight. "Yea, I haven't been there yet, I heard its pretty scary." He smiled. He actually didn't find anything scary about it.
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Post by Celia Gerudo on Jan 8, 2008 15:30:44 GMT -5
Celia's eyes grew wide. She had heard about the Shrieking Shack, but she had never actually gone to it. She got scared rather easily, but in important times, she could be extremely brave. "The Shrieking Shack?" She laughed at herself because she felt silly, being scared of a house. "Oh, I'm sure it's not THAT scary. I mean, it's just a house." She picked up her butterbeer and started to drink it to cover up how foolish she felt.
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