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"You generousity seems to know, no bounds," he commented, raising his butterbeer to the man, "I suppose we should all say a very large thank you". Patroclus had yet to understand the full reasoning behind his appointment at the school, but now was possibly the best time, "Settled in nicely?" he asked taking a sip.
As a chocolate frog wizzed past his head, Patroclus turned back to Destiny, "Make sure you don't eat it all at once," perhaps savouring the chocolate would mean her Sugar high would be less...explosive.
Raven raised his trunk too, "Cheers for Mr. Gevrik". Raven say.
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*Matty frowned. He did not like the way this man was talking to him but he still showed the man respect.*
"But sir, you could say that about every magical area. No disrespect but how are you going to protect an entire school? Or are you not alone.
Raven nodded in approval of this statement, Raven want to hear the black man answer
Ah, and the mystery chair Ravenclaw decided to come directly to him. Excellent.
"Yes, I will have to forgive you, I suppose, since you must have been reading during my speech at the feast." Ikenna smiled down at the boy to show that he had just been joking.
"I find it interesting that you feel that way," he continued, drawing his arm out to gesture toward where the boy had been sitting, "especially considering your choice of seat today. Did you find nothing odd about the table you picked out, Mr....?"[/size]
Hugo smirked at the attempt at a joke. He was a nice man, considering how big the man was.
"Oh, Doyle," he said. "Hugo Doyle," he politely introduced himself, but pretty quickly. "And no. A lot of odd things happen around Hogwarts all the time," he said, thinking about how he could turn this into a know-it-all comment. "Now that you mention it, the chair was pretty high. What do you suggest, Hogwarts conspiracy or dark magic?" he said smirking at mr Gevrik. "My point is, nothing in that seat killed me, and and I am still alive and unharmed. Just like my fellow students." Hugo took the last sip of butterbeer and moved a bit closer. "Is there a reason to be scared? Is there a reason there is 'potection' all of the sudden? I'd like to know, Mr Gevrik."
"I am...getting along," Gevrik answered honestly enough. "One of the students actually suggested I host a meet-and-greet like this one, and so...here we are...."
He saw more students entering that he needed to speak with and so Ikenna started to move away from Matty. "Enjoy the drink, and some candy, please. It's on me."
"Of course, Lexi, I won't be forgetting that." Ikenna watched her take the chocolate frog and resisted the urge to pat her on the head. "Now if only I could convince a few more people of the same..."
He put on a smile again and slipped away from Lexi to manoeuvre the crowd.
"Hello," Gevrik nodded and greeted yet another student entering the pub. "There are free butterbeers and chocolate frogs on the table." He gestured behind him toward the decorated table and then politely slipped past the student.
"Selina Skylar." Gevrik repeated the name as if it had some significance; then again, perhaps it did not.
His tone was unreadable, but that did not mean he was not knowledgeable.
"How are you enjoying your first year at Hogwarts, Miss Skylar?"
"Hmm, Sierra, perhaps you should interpret my words for yourself and make your own meaning out of them. Not everyone who works for Hogwarts doles out answers left and right."
Yes, it was time Alexander Greingoth's daughter learned a life lesson or two in the art of dodging questions. Ikenna chuckled at this thought - he truly meant the Greingoths no harm - and turned a smile toward the girl and her brother.
"Yes, I was just telling your sister that." Gevrik nearly chuckled again at the millions of thoughts racing through the boy's mind, from dumping his butterbeer on his sister's head to more worthwhile thoughts such as how to stay on his good side.
"Your father and I have friends in common. Similar beliefs, that sort of...thing."
"All right, Cedric." Gevrik knew his name was difficult to pronounce, so he offered the wrapped candy to the Prefect with a forgiving smile. "You can call me Mr. Ikenna, if that is better."
He made a soft 'hmm' sound at the boy's answer. "You have never experienced any...unsettling incidents, or unusual professors here?"
"Ha," Gevrik gave Mia's touché a light laugh. "I believe you all are my...test subjects? Perhaps I am seeing if it is not secure because of the patrons or...other reasons."
He was still half-joking. Hufflepuffs seemed to be easy to confuse. Interesting.
"That depends on who you are asking, Miss Gibbins." Gevrik gave the pub a precursory glance before turning back to the girl with a raised eyebrow. "Perhaps you are also wondering if that is my only reason for being at the school?"
Gevrik never missed a beat, and Jared Descoteaux was no exception to his rule. Of course, Ikenna could not see who exactly had entered or sat down, but he could see, with great amusement, that a Ravenclaw student (one of the few) was busy trying to read near (or on?) a tall, mysterious chair.
Hmm. To approach, or not to approach? Gevrik decided he would let it be, for now, but the "empty chair" would still be resting uneasily in the back of Ikenna's mind until he did go investigate it.
"Yes, Lexi, I understand." Ikenna blinked at the tugging on his arm and turned away from the mystery chair to look down at Lexi. "Perhaps now would be a good time to go practice your nonverbals, mm?"
He himself always enjoyed blasting objects to smithereens when he was angry. Didn't even have to speak to enjoy that activity.
"Yes, so I've heard." Gevrik raised a brow at the Slytherin, surrounded by friends but still too intimated to accept his offers of free food and drink.
...he would come back to her later.
"Hello," Ikenna greeted a newcomer, dressed...oddly for a child, in a coat such as that one, by handing him a butterbeer before the bartender could. "I am Ikenna Gevrik."
Clearly, he was expecting the boy - Prefect, was he? - to offer his name as well. He did look familiar.
"Catch." Gevrik smoothly turned away from the Gryffindor Prefect and launched a wrapped chocolate frog toward the girl, aiming perfectly for her hands.
Should she raise them to protect her face and catch the frog, of course.
"Good afternoon, actually." Gevrik kept himself from sniggering at the Slytherins by directing his attention toward...yet another Snake.
The Head Girl, in fact. Hmm she was being careful, wasn't she. Ikenna returned the emotionless greeting by being nothing short of friendly and welcoming.
"Can I get you something, Miss...Malfoy, is it?"
Ah, and the mystery chair Ravenclaw decided to come directly to him. Excellent.
"Yes, I will have to forgive you, I suppose, since you must have been reading during my speech at the feast." Ikenna smiled down at the boy to show that he had just been joking.
"I find it interesting that you feel that way," he continued, drawing his arm out to gesture toward where the boy had been sitting, "especially considering your choice of seat today. Did you find nothing odd about the table you picked out, Mr....?"
Yes, Ikenna got the message.
No, Ikenna did not comply.
"Would you also like a frog?" he mouthed toward the girl, winking and throwing a chocolate frog toward her wind-milling arms anyway.
"Mister Gevrik, please. Officer is not necessary." Ikenna shook his head good-naturedly and accepted both the drinks and the unspoken tab.
Of course the Minster would be happy to pay for this...party. Marty would take care of that.
"To whom should I toast?" the dark man asked his fellow "of-age" firewhiskey drinker.
"Hello......Jake, Isabelle, Isobel, Raven and all," Gevrik greeted the latest arrivals with his glass of firewhiskey still in the air. He knew Jake, he had seen at least a few of the other students, and of course he recognized Isabelle. He would have liked to greet them all personally but the pub was becoming almost uncomfortably full. Ikenna decided to do some crowd control.
"Those of age and caring for a round of firewhiskey can join me at the bar. Those who do not may help themselves to butterbeer and chocolate frogs, on a table right over there."
He made certain to speak loud enough to be heard over the crowd and gestured with his free hand toward the decorated table. "It is all on me, of course, so everyone, eat, drink and be merry, please!"
"Thank-you sir," Sakura said with a small smile as she took a chocolate frog. She didn't really like Butterbeer all that much, she loved chocolate though. She'd buy herself a Firewhiskey or something after this meet and greet. She really wasn't sure why she was here though. She knew no-one and she didn't really have anything to ask the man.
Then again by listening she could gain information that she wanted from listening and store it away for later. Yes, that's what she'd do. First however she'd sit down on a stool at the bar. It was just lucky she was wearing jeans so she didn't need to worry about smoothing down her dress, if she did she'd be playing with the hem the entire time.
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"So is the firewhiskey only for the students?" Hecate said behind Ikenna. "May I join you, Mr. Gevrik, or will my presence be detrimental to this... meet and greet?"
"Hello......Jake, Isabelle, Isobel, Raven and all," Gevrik greeted the latest arrivals with his glass of firewhiskey still in the air. He knew Jake, he had seen at least a few of the other students, and of course he recognized Isabelle. He would have liked to greet them all personally but the pub was becoming almost uncomfortably full. Ikenna decided to do some crowd control.
"Those of age and caring for a round of firewhiskey can join me at the bar. Those who do not may help themselves to butterbeer and chocolate frogs, on a table right over there."
He made certain to speak loud enough to be heard over the crowd and gestured with his free hand toward the decorated table. "It is all on me, of course, so everyone, eat, drink and be merry, please!"
Oh he'd seen her.
Isabelle nodded her head in greeting when Ikenna said hello, letting a bright "Good afternoon" escape her lips, too. She was about to ask him how it was going, when her ears were bombarded with his booming voice inviting people for a firewhiskey. Hmm, she already had one, so that just left....going back to the bar.
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Josephina couldn't resist the urge to attend the meet and greet for Ikenna Gevrik. Not merely just because of . . . reasons unnamed, but because she simply wanted to also see the how the children react to him. Entering the Hog's Head, she noted there were already a number of students present. Totally typical, but evidently only one other professor had shown up to supervise.
Gevrik was harmless though; quiet, but really, he meant no harm and Josephina was sure the kids would see that soon enough. "Make that another," she said after Magnus asked for her firewhiskey. Actually, she was more of a mead person, but since firewhiskey and butterbeer were the beverages of choice today, she'd go with it.
"Professor Hadley, hello." The voice of the woman ordering the same drink, made Issy turn around and smile. Were they on first name terms? She wasn't entirely sure. But with the kids around best to stick to formality within ear shot.
"I see a few children have made it so far," she commented, trying to start a conversation. When Ikenna joined them, she lifted her glass in thanks. A free drink was not something she was in the habit of turning down.
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"Good afternoon, actually." Gevrik kept himself from sniggering at the Slytherins by directing his attention toward...yet another Snake.
The Head Girl, in fact. Hmm she was being careful, wasn't she. Ikenna returned the emotionless greeting by being nothing short of friendly and welcoming.
"Can I get you something, Miss...Malfoy, is it?"
Oh psssssh.. So she didn't keep in time with what time of day it was. Couldn't blame her, she was far too busy to even notice. At least that was what she thought, and she couldn't think of a better greeting anyway. "Good afternoon then" she replied back, not taking her eyes off of him, nor showing any emotion whatsoever.
And he knew her name. Just.. great. Then again she did have that badge, it was probably kind of obvious. "That's right" she replied, scanning her eyes around the pub before turning back to Gevrik. He was offering free firewhiskey for those of age? Well she WAS but whether she actually wanted to try it was another matter. The Slytherin followed him up to the bar however, keeping her distance of course, watching as others of age did so too. "Depends what your offering" Trixie replied raising an eyebrow. She was vegan, she wasn't up for Butterbeer either.
"Hello......Jake, Isabelle, Isobel, Raven and all," Gevrik greeted the latest arrivals with his glass of firewhiskey still in the air. He knew Jake, he had seen at least a few of the other students, and of course he recognized Isabelle. He would have liked to greet them all personally but the pub was becoming almost uncomfortably full. Ikenna decided to do some crowd control.
"Those of age and caring for a round of firewhiskey can join me at the bar. Those who do not may help themselves to butterbeer and chocolate frogs, on a table right over there."
He made certain to speak loud enough to be heard over the crowd and gestured with his free hand toward the decorated table. "It is all on me, of course, so everyone, eat, drink and be merry, please!"
Free butterbeer? Yes please.
Emily got up and took a butterbeer. Oh, how she loved this stuff. It was deffinatly the way to get on her good side. AND chocolate frogs? If it had been sugar quills, she probably would have believed anything her told her.
She took a frog, and went back to her seat. Yep, this was good.
She hadn't really any questions to ask him, besides what he was doing here. And she was sure he'd explain that. But even if she did, she was sure he'd woudn't listen to her, being a first year and all.
Rene walked into the Hogs Head. She needed some time to be with friends and had noticed a sign on the Hufflepuff notice board about a meeting at the Hogs Head. After a long week of classes and tryouts she needed to relax.
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"Those of age and caring for a round of firewhiskey can join me at the bar. Those who do not may help themselves to butterbeer and chocolate frogs, on a table right over there."
He made certain to speak loud enough to be heard over the crowd and gestured with his free hand toward the decorated table. "It is all on me, of course, so everyone, eat, drink and be merry, please!"
She turned to see a man speaking a loud tone over the group of students in the corner of the bulding. Walking over to the man. "Hello, Im Rene, Rene Cullen," she said extening her hand for him to shake.
[B]"Selina Skylar." Gevrik repeated the name as if it had some significance; then again, perhaps it did not.
His tone was unreadable, but that did not mean he was not knowledgeable.
"How are you enjoying your first year at Hogwarts, Miss Skylar?"
Selina looked at Gervik. He was being oddly polite and she was confused. But his tone was stale- she could not read him. It made her curious- she was not one to fold under uncomfortable situations. She was a Geyffindor through and through.
"Quite well sir. With the exception of Potions, but I predicted that much. My father is rubish as well. How about you sir?"
"Firewhiskey, Jake?" Ikenna noticed the first Hufflepuff he had ever met approaching the bar, silently as seemed his usual style.
He took the liberty of signalling for a drink and nodded with approval once it arrived in front of the seventh year.
"Please," Jake nodded simply, taking a seat at the bar and giving a nod of thanks to the person who'd brought it over. "Thank you. Thank you."
The second thanks was directed at Gevrik, and Jake looked in his direction as he said it. He'd forgotten about his sunglasses but would have been thankful for them had he remembered.
"Good... well... large turn-out."
Jake's discomfort was visible. Was so many people really so good? The young man took a sip of his drink. Tasted goooood.
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"Really? How often does that kind of thing happen to you?" Mia was glad that she wasn't the only person to spit her butterbeer over someone. "How are you settling in at Hogwarts?"
"Well, I mean, not to ME exactly but...other people," Alex explained with a grin. Unless you counted that one time when the waiter at the restaurant spilled water all over him when he was about five...
"It's going good. The classes are tough, but it keeps me busy. I enjoy it," he told her. He probably sounded like the biggest nerd in the world, talking about how he liked studying. He didn't enjoy all the reading, per say, but the classes themselves were a challenge, and that was what he liked. It was soooo much better than sitting around at home doing a whole lot of nothing.
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Well, he certainly wasn't being sneaky with his thoughts now was he?
Staring quite normally back, the Slytherin raised a hand and ran it through her hair once before letting it fall naturally back into place. Hmm, his glaring was quite amusing.
And annoying.
Narrowing her eyes after a few seconds, she let a small smile linger on her lips for a moment before looking elsewhere. Having a staring contest with a Hufflepuff was not on the list of things to do today. In fact, being HERE was not on her list of things to do today.
Alex wasn't sure if his staring had any effect on the Slytherin, but she turned around after staring back at him for a few moments, so in his head, that meant he'd won. Hehe. These silly Slytherins. They just puzzled him. If it weren't for the fact that Sierra was in that house he'd just ignore them all together.
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Sierra's smile fell, and she glared at her twin brother, wishing for once that if nasty looks couldn't kill, they could at least perform a pretty awesome hex. No such luck, though. "Just leave me alone, Alex," she snapped. "Don't you have some friends to talk to or something?"
She followed that comment with a heavy sigh and an eye roll, and then she turned her chair around to face the opposite direction. She just had nothing to say to her brother, and she really wished he would just leave her alone for now. She was in a terrible mood.
"I do, actually," Alex shot back with a smile. He bet Sierra wasn't expecting THAT from him. As far as he was concerned, he was sure she thought he was a total loner or something. Contrary to what she believed, however, he had no problem starting conversations with people. And all the Hufflepuffs he'd met had been just AWESOME.
Yes, he was just going to talk to his FRIENDS in the pub now. And Gevrik. Cause he was turning out to be a pretty chill dude.
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He was being sneaky, very much, too.
Treyen had no questions to ask the man, however, he was very interested in hearing out whatever Ikenna dude had to say, and whatever others could ask. If he seemed necessary to ask something then he'd do it, but he was here just to listen out everyone else.
Sneaky, very sneaky. Like a true Hufflepuff.
The boy sat not too far from Alex and remained quiet.
Out of the corner of his eye, Alex noticed Treyen enter the bar, but he didn't say anything to anyone. Hmmm. Probably a bit scared of Gevrik, like he'd been when he first entered the pub. So, he just smiled and waved as he entered before turning back to the Ministry official.
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"Yes, I was just telling your sister that." Gevrik nearly chuckled again at the millions of thoughts racing through the boy's mind, from dumping his butterbeer on his sister's head to more worthwhile thoughts such as how to stay on his good side.
"Your father and I have friends in common. Similar beliefs, that sort of...thing."
Friends in common? Alex wasn't sure what to make of that. He'd always assumed that his father had lots of acquaintances...probably the whole money thing...but he couldn't remember a lot of them coming around from his childhood. Like Lafay. He'd had NO idea that they knew each other at school.
And similar beliefs...he had no idea what THAT entailed either. Similar beliefs about what? Probably Slytherin. At least this man was still TALKING to him, even though it was clearly obvious that Alex was in Hufflepuff. So if he was all 'Slytherin is just the best house ever!' at least he had the manners to be polite to people who weren't sorted into that house. Thank GOODNESS. He'd had enough of that rudeness, that was for sure.
"Ahh, ok. I know father used to work in the Ministry, and then took some time off and now he works at the Leaky Cauldron...makes sense," he muttered. Yeah, Gevrik probably knew him from his Ministry days. Being a Ministry official himself and all that.
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"Those of age and caring for a round of firewhiskey can join me at the bar. Those who do not may help themselves to butterbeer and chocolate frogs, on a table right over there."
He made certain to speak loud enough to be heard over the crowd and gestured with his free hand toward the decorated table. "It is all on me, of course, so everyone, eat, drink and be merry, please!"
Preston was just working on scanning the crowded place for a third time to see if he could spot anyone that he knew from his seat at the table near the door when someone's loud voice began to speak, making him jump slightly. The twelve year old boy, couldn't help but take up the offer on some Butterbeer, hoping that maybe he would find someone he knew on the way to get one, or on the way back to his seat.
Getting up slowly and heading to the nicely decorated table, Preston grabbed a Butterbeer and a Chocolate Frog before he turned back and began to make his way to his seat that he hoped was still vacant and not taken by someone else. "Th-th-thank y-you s-sir." Preston said with a nod of his head and flashing one of his trademark goofy grins.
Once back at his seat, Preston sat there, desperately hoping someone he knew, or anyone for that matter would come near him so he wasn't alone. He wasn't for sure how this meet and greet was going to turn out.
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"So is the firewhiskey only for the students?" Hecate said behind Ikenna. "May I join you, Mr. Gevrik, or will my presence be detrimental to this... meet and greet?"
Sierra's eyes flickered away from Gevrik for just a split second. The voice that could be heard behind him sounded familiar, and so Sierra glanced that way from just a split second, took quick notice of the fact that her Head of House had arrived, and then turned her attention back to Gevrik. She gave the man a parting smile before turning on her heels, and...
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"I do, actually," Alex shot back with a smile. He bet Sierra wasn't expecting THAT from him. As far as he was concerned, he was sure she thought he was a total loner or something. Contrary to what she believed, however, he had no problem starting conversations with people. And all the Hufflepuffs he'd met had been just AWESOME.
Yes, he was just going to talk to his FRIENDS in the pub now. And Gevrik. Cause he was turning out to be a pretty chill dude.
...once again finding herself face-to-face with her annoying twin brother that somehow couldn't find it in him to shut up. Not wanting to get into another huge war with him, she simply rolled her eyes and then rejoined Evelyn at the counter.
"So the Gevrik man," she said, turning her head to cast a glance in his direction, "isn't all that bad. He says he knows my father and that the two of them share similar beliefs. Whatever that's supposed to mean..." Ehh, whatever. She shrugged her shoulders then turned back around. "Were you trying to get a chocolate frog from him, or something? I saw you waving your hands."
Preston was just working on scanning the crowded place for a third time to see if he could spot anyone that he knew from his seat at the table near the door when someone's loud voice began to speak, making him jump slightly. The twelve year old boy, couldn't help but take up the offer on some Butterbeer, hoping that maybe he would find someone he knew on the way to get one, or on the way back to his seat.
Getting up slowly and heading to the nicely decorated table, Preston grabbed a Butterbeer and a Chocolate Frog before he turned back and began to make his way to his seat that he hoped was still vacant and not taken by someone else. "Th-th-thank y-you s-sir." Preston said with a nod of his head and flashing one of his trademark goofy grins.
Once back at his seat, Preston sat there, desperately hoping someone he knew, or anyone for that matter would come near him so he wasn't alone. He wasn't for sure how this meet and greet was going to turn out.
Looking around Sakura noticed a boy who looked to be quite alone. As alone as she was. Only the boy was showing it more. She should get up and talk to him, or at least sit with him so he didn't seem as alone.
Nodding to herself Sakura slipped back off her stool and made her way towards the boy. She had to dodge a few people to do so but that was okay, just as long as she didn't trip it was all good. If she did trip that would be really embarrassing, not that anyone knew her here at least if it did happen. But as a Slytherin she never wanted to appear clumsy. It was a sign of weakness. At least it was in Sakura's eyes when it concerned her own clumsiness.
"Excuse me, do you mind if I sit here?" Sakura asked softly, not sure if the boy would welcome her interruption or not. But at least she could say she tried if he did say that the seat was taken or something.
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Vashti had, of course, seen the poster in her common room, and her curiosity was piqued - so here she was. It would certainly be interesting to meet this new security guy, and clearly many others thought so too because there was a huuuuge crowd. Ah well. She supposed she could wait her turn - she had nothing better to do at the moment.
And it seemed she's come in just in time for an "announcement" of sorts.
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"Those of age and caring for a round of firewhiskey can join me at the bar. Those who do not may help themselves to butterbeer and chocolate frogs, on a table right over there."
He made certain to speak loud enough to be heard over the crowd and gestured with his free hand toward the decorated table. "It is all on me, of course, so everyone, eat, drink and be merry, please!"
...for tomorrow we die.
Gah, that was why she never liked that saying. Even if someone only said the first part, her brain always automatically finished it with the second part. That was how the saying went, after all. And even if it had a bit of truth to it, Vashti found it rather depressing.
But hey, free Chocolate Frogs and butterbeer! No need to be depressed right now, right?
She made her way through the crowd to the table with all the goodies and picked up a bottle of butterbeer and a Chocolate Frog, making a mental note to herself to thank Mr. Security Guy whenever she got the chance to speak to him. She'd do it now, but she didn't think she'd be as successful talking over the crowd.
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Oh psssssh.. So she didn't keep in time with what time of day it was. Couldn't blame her, she was far too busy to even notice. At least that was what she thought, and she couldn't think of a better greeting anyway. "Good afternoon then" she replied back, not taking her eyes off of him, nor showing any emotion whatsoever.
And he knew her name. Just.. great. Then again she did have that badge, it was probably kind of obvious. "That's right" she replied, scanning her eyes around the pub before turning back to Gevrik. He was offering free firewhiskey for those of age? Well she WAS but whether she actually wanted to try it was another matter. The Slytherin followed him up to the bar however, keeping her distance of course, watching as others of age did so too. "Depends what your offering" Trixie replied raising an eyebrow. She was vegan, she wasn't up for Butterbeer either.
As she made her way through the crowd once more to find some place to sit for a bit, Vashti spotted a familiar face - Trixie Malfoy. Though unsure whether the older girl could see her as well, the Ravenclaw waved anyway, the only way she could greet her friend at this distance and noise level.
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Hogsmeade was not yet full of students as Ikenna made his way toward the pub. He stopped by the door on his way in and slapped another sign up in the window before moving in and on to the bar.
The dark man caught the bartender's attention and signalled for a...butterbeer.
May as well familiarise himself with the children's' favourite, no?
Cass entered the Hog's head and looked around the dreary little pub. She normally wouldn't be here, but the sign on the notice board at the common room triggered her curiosity...
"Meet and greet, huh?" Cass muttered to herself as she joined the group of students that were already there
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"Those of age and caring for a round of firewhiskey can join me at the bar. Those who do not may help themselves to butterbeer and chocolate frogs, on a table right over there."
He made certain to speak loud enough to be heard over the crowd and gestured with his free hand toward the decorated table. "It is all on me, of course, so everyone, eat, drink and be merry, please!"
Then she turned around when she the Mr. Gevrik announce that everyone should eat and be merry and all that...Who was she to refuse the treats? But, why?
She watched as the other students had done exactly as they had told, is it safe? She had never been one to trust strangers...but, they were so near the school, and all of them are capable of doing magic...so she could see no harm in trying one...or more..
"Hello, ladies, I have chocolate frogs if you would like any." Gevrik called out to the freshest two students to have entered the pub. Did that sound creepy? Was this what Lexi Denver meant by creepy?
He had to get their attention somehow. If they were not here to drink anything, then why had they entered the pub?
Gevrik's ears were sharper than the children's wit.
"Mister Gevrik," he answered the girl brightly, tapping his wand at the table now so that a handsome, dark red tablecloth sprang up beneath the beverages and candy. "Please, help yourself, Miss....?"
"They serve firewhiskey here?" Gevrik's sharp ears had heard a student - boy - ordering his favourite drink and he had to say something. He edged out from behind his table and nodded to the Slytherin boy.
"Make it two, please." The butterbeer was not bad, but it was a child's drink in this man's opinion.
He looked over his shoulder toward the Hufflepuff...boy.
"Your bottle is sealed and has been since my arrival," Gevrik assured the child in what he hoped was a smooth, friendly tone. No need for panic, his face said. "I would not have invited the entire school to a poisoning, dear boy. I am sure your bottle is fine."
Ikenna chuckled. He had just drank one himself, after all.
Satine hurried to the Meet & Greet at the Hog's Head. She was sooo very excited about the event....especially since she felt like she had given the man the idea...two points for Satine...she shoots she scores...she smiled to herself with that thought.
She hurried into the Hog's Head and straight the man of the hour. She reached in her bag and pulled out a plastic bag of licorice wands with a huge Purple bow on it.
She handed the package to Mr. Gevrik with a smile, "Hello, Mr. Gevrik! I brought these for you...kind of as a welcoming/good luck gift." she paused and glanced around, "I hope things are going great so far." she said as she reached for something to drink. "I hope I haven't missed anything...." she let her words trail off as she opened her bottle and took a quick sip.
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Emma opened the door and entered into Hog's Head. Woah! There were a lot of people. She saw her cousin, the Head Girl, and the head of her House. After getting a butterbeer, she quickly steered her away around the big group of people to find an empty table. Placing her butterbeer on the table carefully, she then seated herself and grabbed her journal. She began writing ideas down for Sel's present.
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Emma opened the door and entered into Hog's Head. Woah! There were a lot of people. She saw her cousin, the Head Girl, and the head of her House. After getting a butterbeer, she quickly steered her away around the big group of people to find an empty table. Placing her butterbeer on the table carefully, she then seated herself and grabbed her journal. She began writing ideas down for Sel's present.
Braeden had to slither his way like a snake through the ridiculous crowd taking up every inch of The Hog's Head in his mission to reach the bar. Geez, when did this place get so popular? Weren't people scared of finding spiders or other nasty bugs in their glasses? Or maybe they were just here for the same reason he was - The Three Broomsticks had simply far too many little first and second years getting in everyone's way.
After getting his butterbeer from the bar, Braeden turned and made his way back into the crowds in search of a table. He held no high hopes for that search, though, with the way the place was looking.
Moving at a sluggish pace, the boy made his way through the crowds of people just standing in the way when, suddenly, some random little first year running through the crowds crashed into him, causing the boy to lose grip over his glass and his butterbeer to spill - right on the pages of a girl's journal. GAAAAHH! Wide-eyed and panicked now, the goofy Gryffindor boy immediately grew flustered. "I'm sorry! Are you alright?!" Oh Merlin, what if she had been in the middle of some really important essay for Potions and he just ruined it?! (Yeah 'cause people much prefer to work on their essays in places as dark and crowded as The Hog's Head). "It was a mistake, I swear-- I just… some kid appeared out of nowhere… I'll re-write whatever you were working on and get you a new journal, I promise!"
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Braeden had to slither his way like a snake through the ridiculous crowd taking up every inch of The Hog's Head in his mission to reach the bar. Geez, when did this place get so popular? Weren't people scared of finding spiders or other nasty bugs in their glasses? Or maybe they were just here for the same reason he was - The Three Broomsticks had simply far too many little first and second years getting in everyone's way.
After getting his butterbeer from the bar, Braeden turned and made his way back into the crowds in search of a table. He held no high hopes for that search, though, with the way the place was looking.
Moving at a sluggish pace, the boy made his way through the crowds of people just standing in the way when, suddenly, some random little first year running through the crowds crashed into him, causing the boy to lose grip over his glass and his butterbeer to spill - right on the pages of a girl's journal. GAAAAHH! Wide-eyed and panicked now, the goofy Gryffindor boy immediately grew flustered. "I'm sorry! Are you alright?!" Oh Merlin, what if she had been in the middle of some really important essay for Potions and he just ruined it?! (Yeah 'cause people much prefer to work on their essays in places as dark and crowded as The Hog's Head). "It was a mistake, I swear-- I just… some kid appeared out of nowhere… I'll re-write whatever you were working on and get you a new journal, I promise!"
Emma was interrupted of her thoughts by a huge wave of butterbeer. SPLASH! Her journal was drenched. She took out her wand quickly and did the Drought Charm. It works on water so why not butterbeer?, she thought as she did it in less than a minute. She put her wand away and looked up to see a very, very.. no extremely cute older boy, who was apologizing.
"[B]Yeah, I'm all right. Psh... Don't worry about it. I know its a mistake.[B]" she began. Really it was, he had already apologized like fifty times already. "The real thing is: are YOU okay? Would you like to sit down for a second.. you look pretty.. worried." she asked, he looked purely in shock. "Luckily, I knew the Drought charm and that it wasn't a Potions Essay for Lafay." She gave him a smile.
"I should probably introduce myself." she began as she held out her hand for him to shake it. "I'm Emma Malfoy. Third year Slytherin. What's your name?" she asked.
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Emma was interrupted of her thoughts by a huge wave of butterbeer. SPLASH! Her journal was drenched. She took out her wand quickly and did the Drought Charm. It works on water so why not butterbeer?, she thought as she did it in less than a minute. She put her wand away and looked up to see a very, very.. no extremely cute older boy, who was apologizing.
"[B]Yeah, I'm all right. Psh... Don't worry about it. I know its a mistake.[B]" she began. Really it was, he had already apologized like fifty times already. "The real thing is: are YOU okay? Would you like to sit down for a second.. you look pretty.. worried." she asked, he looked purely in shock. "Luckily, I knew the Drought charm and that it wasn't a Potions Essay for Lafay." She gave him a smile.
"I should probably introduce myself." she began as she held out her hand for him to shake it. "I'm Emma Malfoy. Third year Slytherin. What's your name?" she asked.
Oh, whew! She had survived the toxic attack of the flying butterbeer. Thank Merlin. Braeden wasn't really sure he could have written her a Potions essay that would have received anything higher than a 'T' grade - Troll, anyway. Luckily for the boy, the girl, though she was younger, seemed a lot more spell-savvy than him and had fixed the problem in less time than it took him to apologize. Merlin. She'd have to tutor him some day.
D'aww, and then she was asking him if he was okay. How nice. "Well, I just got some little first year's head rammed to my stomach, but I think I'll survive," he said with one of his goofy grins, proceeding to take a seat as the girl offered. "Thank Merlin for that," he muttered with honest relief as the girl mentioned she hadn't been writing a Potions essay after all.
Braeden sipped the tiny bit that was left of his butterbeer, unaware of the butterbeer mustache he had given himself in the process, and smiled politely as the mystery girl introduced herself as Emma Malfoy. Awww, she was a little third year too! Well, that wasn't all that much younger than Braeden, but he thought he was just so old and cool for being in his fifth year. Psh. "I'm Braeden Stonem; fifth year Gryffindor," he shared before adding, "I hope that wasn't something important I distracted you from..."
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Oh, whew! She had survived the toxic attack of the flying butterbeer. Thank Merlin. Braeden wasn't really sure he could have written her a Potions essay that would have received anything higher than a 'T' grade - Troll, anyway. Luckily for the boy, the girl, though she was younger, seemed a lot more spell-savvy than him and had fixed the problem in less time than it took him to apologize. Merlin. She'd have to tutor him some day.
D'aww, and then she was asking him if he was okay. How nice. "Well, I just got some little first year's head rammed to my stomach, but I think I'll survive," he said with one of his goofy grins, proceeding to take a seat as the girl offered. "Thank Merlin for that," he muttered with honest relief as the girl mentioned she hadn't been writing a Potions essay after all.
Braeden sipped the tiny bit that was left of his butterbeer, unaware of the butterbeer mustache he had given himself in the process, and smiled politely as the mystery girl introduced herself as Emma Malfoy. Awww, she was a little third year too! Well, that wasn't all that much younger than Braeden, but he thought he was just so old and cool for being in his fifth year. Psh. "I'm Braeden Stonem; fifth year Gryffindor," he shared before adding, "I hope that wasn't something important I distracted you from..."
She watched as he looked at her with surprise at her charm reflexes. She grinned. Yep, she got that reaction.... a lot. She smiled at him and listened to what he had to say as he was smiling quite goofily at him. Aww that was a cute smile. "Oh. Ouch.. not fun. That sounds like me yesterday except I ran into a sixth year." she added, chuckling a bit. She nodded. "Yes, thank goodness.. But luckily for me potions is one of my easier classes."
Emma grinned at him and tried not to laugh when he had a butterbeer mustache on his face. Ah, so the older boy finally revealed himself. "Nice to meet you Braeden!" she exclaimed, truly meaning it. She was quite the friendly and chatty one. "Umm.. Braeden.. You have a butterbeer mustache on your face." she said, beaming him a smile and trying to sound polite as possible.
Fifth year? That wasn't much older than her. Her ex boyfriend was a fifth year this year. And a Gryffindor! Awesome. And he was pretty, well very cute. It was a pretty good house but not as good as Slytherin, well at least Emma thought that. She shook her head. "Oh no. Just trying to keep a journal of what's been happening this year for me." she explained, before adding quickly. "So, is this your first year at Hogwarts?" She hadn't seen him around last year. "What do you think of it so far?"
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She watched as he looked at her with surprise at her charm reflexes. She grinned. Yep, she got that reaction.... a lot. She smiled at him and listened to what he had to say as he was smiling quite goofily at him. Aww that was a cute smile. "Oh. Ouch.. not fun. That sounds like me yesterday except I ran into a sixth year." she added, chuckling a bit. She nodded. "Yes, thank goodness.. But luckily for me potions is one of my easier classes."
Emma grinned at him and tried not to laugh when he had a butterbeer mustache on his face. Ah, so the older boy finally revealed himself. "Nice to meet you Braeden!" she exclaimed, truly meaning it. She was quite the friendly and chatty one. "Umm.. Braeden.. You have a butterbeer mustache on your face." she said, beaming him a smile and trying to sound polite as possible.
Fifth year? That wasn't much older than her. Her ex boyfriend was a fifth year this year. And a Gryffindor! Awesome. And he was pretty, well very cute. It was a pretty good house but not as good as Slytherin, well at least Emma thought that. She shook her head. "Oh no. Just trying to keep a journal of what's been happening this year for me." she explained, before adding quickly. "So, is this your first year at Hogwarts?" She hadn't seen him around last year. "What do you think of it so far?"
Braeden's dark eyebrows rose to his hairline as Emma shared that she had suffered similar luck as him - except with a sixth yeah. Owie. "Merlin. How did you survive?" And whether the boy was seriously asking this or if he was only joking was hard to tell. But how was he supposed to not be completely shocked by this?! This girl was tiny, a sixth year could've killed her! Sheesh. People had no manners these days, did they? It's not nice to trample over girls, especially the pretty ones.
Oh and then she was sharing she had no problem with Potions. Good, good. He wished he could say the same.
The dorky Gryffindor boy smiled once more as Emma greeted him before going on to share that he had… a what? A butterbeer mustache? His brows furrowed at this, momentarily puzzled before it occurred to him to pass a hand over his upper lip. And what did he find there? Butterbeer. Oh Merlin, that wasn't embarrassing at all… yeah… no…
Turning slightly pink, Braeden gave a flustered chuckle. "Sorry 'bout that, I guess I just get too greedy when drinking it…" he muttered, his brown-eyed gaze absentmindedly falling to the glass that was now empty as Emma went on to explain she was only keeping a journal of what happened to her so far. Ooohh. That was cute. And then she was asking if this was his first year at Hogwarts, and how he was liking it so far. Braeden's eyebrows rose once more. "Ohh, no, I've been here since my first year," said the boy with a smile. "I just… I dunno, I guess I just kind of stand in the sidelines. You won't hear much about me around the castle," he added with a soft chuckle. Yeah, Braeden wasn't what you could call 'popular'. He was more laid back and perhaps a little too goofy for anyone to really take him very seriously.
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Braeden's dark eyebrows rose to his hairline as Emma shared that she had suffered similar luck as him - except with a sixth yeah. Owie. "Merlin. How did you survive?" And whether the boy was seriously asking this or if he was only joking was hard to tell. But how was he supposed to not be completely shocked by this?! This girl was tiny, a sixth year could've killed her! Sheesh. People had no manners these days, did they? It's not nice to trample over girls, especially the pretty ones.
Oh and then she was sharing she had no problem with Potions. Good, good. He wished he could say the same.
The dorky Gryffindor boy smiled once more as Emma greeted him before going on to share that he had… a what? A butterbeer mustache? His brows furrowed at this, momentarily puzzled before it occurred to him to pass a hand over his upper lip. And what did he find there? Butterbeer. Oh Merlin, that wasn't embarrassing at all… yeah… no…
Turning slightly pink, Braeden gave a flustered chuckle. "Sorry 'bout that, I guess I just get too greedy when drinking it…" he muttered, his brown-eyed gaze absentmindedly falling to the glass that was now empty as Emma went on to explain she was only keeping a journal of what happened to her so far. Ooohh. That was cute. And then she was asking if this was his first year at Hogwarts, and how he was liking it so far. Braeden's eyebrows rose once more. "Ohh, no, I've been here since my first year," said the boy with a smile. "I just… I dunno, I guess I just kind of stand in the sidelines. You won't hear much about me around the castle," he added with a soft chuckle. Yeah, Braeden wasn't what you could call 'popular'. He was more laid back and perhaps a little too goofy for anyone to really take him very seriously.
Emma nodded. It was definetly ouch. Except for the fact that the sixth year helped her up and kind of hit on her. "Welll... that's a good question." she said, giggling. "Well, he turned out to be quite the gentlemen. He helped me pick up my books.. He wasn't really angry." He was actually quite pleasant. However, Emma had already forgotten his name.. Oh dear.. Was she losing her memory, like her older cousin, Trix?
She watched him turn bright pink. Awww.. that was cute. He was fun and goofy. Poor guy. She giggled. "Don't worry about it!" she said, taking a sip of butterbeer and making sure to wipe her mouth. Oh wow? So this wasn't his first year. "Oh, whoops. Sorry, I haven't seen you around the castle before." she admitted. Aww.. He seemed like a nice guy, maybe they could hang out and be silly? "So how's this year going?" she asked, changing her question and adding a bright smile.
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Emma nodded. It was definetly ouch. Except for the fact that the sixth year helped her up and kind of hit on her. "Welll... that's a good question." she said, giggling. "Well, he turned out to be quite the gentlemen. He helped me pick up my books.. He wasn't really angry." He was actually quite pleasant. However, Emma had already forgotten his name.. Oh dear.. Was she losing her memory, like her older cousin, Trix?
She watched him turn bright pink. Awww.. that was cute. He was fun and goofy. Poor guy. She giggled. "Don't worry about it!" she said, taking a sip of butterbeer and making sure to wipe her mouth. Oh wow? So this wasn't his first year. "Oh, whoops. Sorry, I haven't seen you around the castle before." she admitted. Aww.. He seemed like a nice guy, maybe they could hang out and be silly? "So how's this year going?" she asked, changing her question and adding a bright smile.
Oooohhhh. Braeden gave an understanding nod as Emma explained that the sixth year had been nice and helped her pick up her books after the incident. Well, that was good to know. Maybe Hogwarts students hadn't really lost their manners after all. "I'm glad to hear that," said the boy with a smile.
And then Emma was assuring him not to worry about his butterbeer-mustache incident and apologized for not seeing him around the castle, something to which the boy shook his head slightly with a smile. "Don't worry about it; I don't think it's all that easy for people in different Houses and years to meet anyway," he said with a shrug. After all, he didn't really have all that many classes with Slytherins or, more specifically, Slytherin third years. But it was nice to meet someone new. And was it just him or were Slytherins getting nicer by the year? He had yet to meet a mean one! Gryffindor on the other hand…
"It's great so far," Braeden started with an enthusiastic, lopsided grin as Emma asked him how his year was going, beginning to look and sound more like a little kid than a fifteen-year-old boy. "I'm especially enjoying Care of Magical Creatures," he added, remembering how well the last lesson with his best boyfriend friend had gone. "But the book's a complete nightmare to deal with," he added a little more sourly, his features twisting slightly in disapproval. "It almost killed me when I first got it at Diagon Alley, y'know? Shredded my pants and left me walking around the place looking like a clown." But enough of that bad memory. "Anyway, what about you? Everything good so far?" he asked, smiling once more.
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