05-24-2015, 04:31 PM
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Pixie
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Mikey Goh Fourth Year x7
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Originally Posted by Mordred After visiting the Hebridean Black dragon, the young, but tired dragonologist made a quick stop at Hogsmeade to get a drink, and probably something nice to eat. The first thing that came to mind was the Hog’s Head. It’s that pub where most students don’t visit during their Hogsmeade weekend, and the young adult was sure that he can get a little bit of peace and quiet while the students roam about the area.
As Mordred entered the place, he was pleased to see that he was the only client. Only, why is the shopkeeper cleaning at this hour? Minding his own business, the young dragonologist sat at the bar, and cleared his throat to get the shopkeeper’s attention. It had been a long time since he was being here. Well, didn't he come to the reunion last year? Yeah, that was the last time he was hanging out around Hogsmeade. This place didn't change a lot, huh? It seemed a bit crowded, maybe because it's weekend and that means the time for Hogwarts students were flooding this places. He used to be one of them and now he'd remembered that it had been six years since he's graduated.
The blonde guy walked across the main street. Sometimes he stopped by, taking some pictures with his camera then continued walking again. Feeling his stomach grumbled, then he decided to get some food and drink to warm him up. But he didn't want to go to Puddifoot's or Three Broomsticks because he had some memories being there with somebody those places were so crowded by the students. He turned to the Hog's Head then. ”Can I get roast beef sandwich and a bottle of firewhiskey?” Gary spoke to the shopkeeper as he handed his ID. He's 24 years old, okay? And why on earth he was cleaning at this hour, huh? Then he looked for a seat while his blue eyes spotted a familiar person, wasn't he his fellow Slytherin? ”Mordred.” The photojournalist greeted that young man. When was the last time he saw him by the way? |
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