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MadMadamMalfoy · 01-28-2017, 03:47 PM

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Originally Posted by Jean Granger

Ashton had visited Hogsmeade many times before. He lived in Scotland, so it was easy to travel here and shop around. Before that, he had attended Hogwarts and had visited the village every Hogsmeade weekend even if he did not have any particular business here. It was a good way to take a break from his schoolwork.

He also had dates with May here...

Not here, in Gladrags Wizardwear, but in the more romantic shops of Hogsmeade. The thirty-one-year-old shook his head, trying to rid his head of thoughts about his ex-wife. He continued his search for a scarf - he had torn his only one the previous week. He reached out for a dark blue one and accidentally bumped into another man. "Oh, I'm sorry," Ashton said as he turned to look at the man. He could do with a new pair of gloves too.

Gaston was still lost in thought as he continued rifling through the display of gloves, hats, and scarves. What was so urgent that his bandmates had to come all the way to Hogsmeade to tell him? No one had died or something awful like that, right? He was still imagining the worst case scenario when someone bumped into him... either that or he bumped into the other person, which was probably more likely given his clumsiness. He started to apologize, but the other man (Ashton) beat him to it. "It's quite alright; I was more than a little distracted myself," he replied, giving the other man a friendly smile. He hoped he wasn't coming across as cold; he just really wasn't good at small talk.

His head jerked up, causing his black hair to fall into his eyes, at the sound of the shopkeeper's voice. He smiled at her. "Thank you, Madame Shopkeeper," he said. "I'll let you know."

Gaston was almost ready to leave, but he remembered that the shopkeeper said sweaters were on sale. He could probably use one or two; he didn't have many sweaters and the weather was getting colder. He searched through the sweater display and selected one in black. He was looking for one in blue when he heard bits and pieces of another conversation taking place. He didn't know what exactly the pair were talking about, but he didn't like what he heard. It reminded him a little too much of things his father said to him in the past and made him sad, but he didn't want to let on. Probably best that he leave soon...

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MadMadamMalfoy Newbie Mod Alley Proprietor Mackled Malaclaw Join Date: Feb 2016 Location: Hazbin Hotel Posts: 11,075 Hogwarts RPG Name: Norman A. Carton Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Sydney M. L. Masters Slytherin Second Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Caledon Roth The Leaky Cauldron	Ashton and Summer + mentions of the others Rhibear ~ Madam Solo ~ Dark Brooding Girl ~ Accio Jedi ~ Gryffinclaw ~ Just a doll Quote: Originally Posted by Jean Granger Ashton had visited Hogsmeade many times before. He lived in Scotland, so it was easy to travel here and shop around. Before that, he had attended Hogwarts and had visited the village every Hogsmeade weekend even if he did not have any particular business here. It was a good way to take a break from his schoolwork. He also had dates with May here... Not here, in Gladrags Wizardwear, but in the more romantic shops of Hogsmeade. The thirty-one-year-old shook his head, trying to rid his head of thoughts about his ex-wife. He continued his search for a scarf - he had torn his only one the previous week. He reached out for a dark blue one and accidentally bumped into another man. "Oh, I'm sorry," Ashton said as he turned to look at the man. He could do with a new pair of gloves too. Gaston was still lost in thought as he continued rifling through the display of gloves, hats, and scarves. What was so urgent that his bandmates had to come all the way to Hogsmeade to tell him? No one had died or something awful like that, right? He was still imagining the worst case scenario when someone bumped into him... either that or he bumped into the other person, which was probably more likely given his clumsiness. He started to apologize, but the other man (Ashton) beat him to it. "It's quite alright; I was more than a little distracted myself," he replied, giving the other man a friendly smile. He hoped he wasn't coming across as cold; he just really wasn't good at small talk. His head jerked up, causing his black hair to fall into his eyes, at the sound of the shopkeeper's voice. He smiled at her. "Thank you, Madame Shopkeeper," he said. "I'll let you know." Gaston was almost ready to leave, but he remembered that the shopkeeper said sweaters were on sale. He could probably use one or two; he didn't have many sweaters and the weather was getting colder. He searched through the sweater display and selected one in black. He was looking for one in blue when he heard bits and pieces of another conversation taking place. He didn't know what exactly the pair were talking about, but he didn't like what he heard. It reminded him a little too much of things his father said to him in the past and made him sad, but he didn't want to let on. Probably best that he leave soon... __________________ Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true...