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The Hog's Head Formerly closed to students, the Hog's Head is now open for butterbeer. Watch out for goat droppings and check your glass for spiders before drinking. |
October. This meant that the kids from Hogwarts would all be swarming the village of Hogsmeade. And for the first time they would be allowed into the Hogshead. Standing behind the bar and wiping a glass with a tatty and dirty looking rag, Samuel Huxley grimaced at the thought of kids invading his bar. But the other shopkeepers thought it would be good for business if they gave the kids coupons for free stuff at their shops. He had been outvoted of course and so now he had to hand over free butterbeers. How does one make money by handing out free stuff? |
Impulse. THAT was the reason the little thirteen-year-old had stepped into the SCARY and CREEPY and FILTHY place. Ew. What exactly WAS she doing here anyways? There she had been, small and cute, fluttering around Hogsmade like a little butterfly when suddenly she had this ... IMPULSE to check this place out while her mind was telling her to run in the other direction. But then, suddenly, checking the Hogs Head out seemed like a tiiiny adventure just waiting for her and ... here she was. Beam. With a dramatic flick of her hair, Madiison Winloch looked around the pub, crinkling her nose. EW. DUSTY. COUGH. COUGH. COUGH. So much DUUUUUST. Cough. Caaarefully, as though there was danger in her every step -WHICH THERE WAS! She could SEE the spiders crawling around the place- the redhead made her way to the counter and SMIIIIIIILED up at the bartender. Teehehehee. GIGGLE. "Hello!" Smiiiiiiile. |
Jake had to admit, it was quick thinking on Tibi's part to dash in here rather than the sweet shop or whatever. His heart racing as his annoyance tried to wane, Jake headed straight over to sit down at one of the tables and wait for Tibi to follow, rooting through his pockets all the while, looking for his free butterbeer coupon and some money to buy Tibi a drink. Hopefully in here you couldn't tell how pale Jake looked, but the boy kept his face averted from anyone else in here. Ugh. Some people were just able to bring out his ugleh side. |
Lorcan led the way into The Hogs Head, still holding Lexi's hand. He glanced around and murmured; "This is a lovely spot." and gave her a lopsided grin. Dropping her hand, he walked up to the rather forbidding looking barman and said "Two butterbeers please." He dug around in his money bag for the right money. He glanced over his shoulder at Lexi, wishing he could do the Legeniwhatisit spell that he'd heard someone talking about and see inside her head. He might get half a clue what was wrong with her if he could do that. |
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"What can I get for you?" he asked in a gruff voice. Samuel decided to just ignore the giggle maybe if he just got whatever it was she wanted then she would leave quickly. Quote:
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Samuel reached down behind the counter and pulled out two bottles of butterbeer and slammed them down onto the counter. "Two galleons" he said holding out his hand for the money. Moving his head a little to the left so that he could see what the kid was looking at, Samuel snorted when he spotted the girl. What a romantic date! |
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Two galleons? Lorcan thought, My wand only cost seven! He tried to keep his face impassive, but he had never been very good at that sort of thing. He handed the barman the money and realised that he had been snorting in Lexi's direction. He furrowed his brow, wondering if the man thought that he was being cheap by bringing her here. Cheap isn't the word I'd use, and he looked up at the man. "This was her idea you know, not mine." He said a little defensively. He knew exactly where he'd rather be at that moment in time. Back at school where there where fewer people. |
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She spotted some kid by himself and recognized him from her classes. Didn't he stutter all of the time? She walked over and took a seat at his table. She would get something to drink in a minute or so. "Hey," she said, waving a hand in front of his face. He looked nonsocial. She would talk to him anyway. |
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In. His. Face. Blinking rapidly, Jake leant back and tried to get a look of the owner of the hand. It was... someone he'd never spoken to. "Huhh-hey," he replied, looking entirely nonplussed. "Erm..." Awwwkwarrrrrd... "Who are yuhh-you?" Real smooth, Jakers. |
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... Yeah. That was about all he could say at first, and then his manners belatedly kicked in. Flashing the girl a smile, Jake wondered what was keeping Tibi, but focused on the girl before him. "Jake Upstead. Fffuh-fourth yyyear... Huffleppppuff..." What a STUPID word to name a house. Didn't they know how hard it was to say with a stutter?! "Whuhh-what brings yuhh-you down hhhere?" |
Zach had never been allowed in a bar before, or a pub for that matter. With his gold striped tie, tied into a tight bow, he held his white rabbit close to him while his top hat sat at his feet on the floor. . Nursing a butterbeer, his blue eyes scanned around the room. Definitly not as glamorous as he imagined. Some time away from the big castle was appreciated though. |
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He looked down at the boy and was tempted to say more but quite frankly he couldn't be bothered. He already had the kid's money, he didn't need to get involved. Thank Merlin, they didn't seem to have one of those coupons. He was here to make money not give away free stuff. Quote:
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Samuel vaulted the counter of the bar and strode over to the kid that was sitting on his own and drinking a butterbeer. "Oi. You can't bring your own butterbeers in here. You have to buy one just like everyone else." He glared down at the boy, his nostrils flaring. "Where did ya get that from eh?" Probably from that squeaky clean pub down the road. The Three Broomsticks. Pfft...what a stupid name for a pub. |
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Samuel Huxley was always in the need for more money. With a resigned sigh he attempted to smile at the girl and her boyfriend. It sorta came out more like a grimace but it was a start. He withdrew his wand from underneath the counter and pointed it at the nearest table and chairs. In a flash there was a nice tablecloth, a vase with a slightly wilted rose in the centre and the chairs moved outwards a touch. Looking back at the couple in front of him, Samuel gave his head a sharp nod towards the table. "Is that better?" he asked directing his question towards the girl. |
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She turned to Lorcan and said, "Shall we?" Waiting for him to lead her to the table, like the gentleman he was. |
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And she could think of nothing. Absolutely nothing. She would NOT drink in that ... DISGUSTING glass, now would she? No, siiir. Imagine all the tiiiny dust particles entering her little body. MAJOR COUGH. So the girl popped herself onto a stool (with a little trouble as she was so small) and took another look around the place. CREEPY SPIIIIIIDER! "Could I haaaaaaaaaaave ..." Pause. "A butterbeer?" BEAM. She had the a voucher ... might as well use it. "In a clean glass, please?" The red asked as her eyes fell on one PARTICULARLY dusty glass sitting behind the bartender. Ew. |
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After the glass, and the shoe, went tumbling into the boys top hat, the rabbit on his lap figured it to be the safest place away from the proprietor, and leapt into the end meant for a persons head. With his butterbeer, shoe, and rabbit gone, Zach picked up his hat and turned it over, tapping the top with his palm to show that nothing was coming out. The butterbeer he thought he saw? All an illusion. He'd buy that, right? |
Text Cut: quotes Lorcan was completely dumbstruck, firstly by the way the man was talking to Lexi and secondly by the change in Lexi herself. She had gone from dour to fiery in one swift motion. As for the barman, judging by the lack of other adults, perhaps this was normal. It would certainly explain a lot. He guided Lexi away from the bar to the ridiculous table that the man had set up for them. He pulled out the chair for her and then sat opposite her, feeling like he was sitting in a goldfish bowl. Surely everyone would be looking at them? Blushing furiously, he looked at her with undisguised concern. He took her hand across the table. "What exactly is wrong with you? Don't try and fob me off, I know you." |
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SPOILER!!: <3 “Giz yer voucher, Miranda. You wanna get a table while I go and order?” He smiled at the Hufflepuff and held out his hand to take the small piece of parchement. |
SPOILER!!: Loverly you Aw, he opened the door. "Thankyou." She smiled and slipped inside. Well... it could be worse, right? "Maybe they're going for some kind of theme." Miranda crossed her arms and supported hear head with one upright hand, as if she was looking at a particulary interesting painting in a gallery. Giz yer...what? Miranda looked at the boy and decided to show him the coupon. Maybe he wanted to see it? SPOILER!!: Miranda's fre butterbeer paper! Ooooh, what's he doing? Miranda was unsure if she wanted him to go get the stuff... If they hadn't gotten the stuff for free, she'd insist that she pay for her stuff, or buy him something in return. All this chivalry stuff was oblivious to her. Well, exept for the door opening and...this. "Yeah, sure." She nodded and turned to look around for a seat. "Uh, over there, maybe?" Point! |
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He watched her pause as he asked for the voucher noting the puzzlement on her face. He smiled and took the voucher from her and nodded when she pointed at a table. "Perfect." He said. He shoved his hands in his pockets once again, tensed his shoulders and turned to go to the bar. Quote:
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Tibi held his breath. SPOILER!!: conversationy stuffs Tibi let up on the eavesdropping when it became clear that they didn't know each other and that he wasn't going to need to bolt into the street to find help. Exhaling, he finished walking over to the table and plopped down next to Jake. "Er. Sorry. Thought I'd dropped something," he lied. "I'm Tiberius," he said brightly to the girl, before plopping his elbows on the table and sorta extending a hand. |
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