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Welcome to the Hog’s Head, a dark and somewhat dingy place, but at least the food is good. The pub is owned and run by Samuel Huxley. If you want to order a drink or some food, you must do so at the front counter. If you’re of age or older, you may sit up at the bar, but anyone under 17 must find a seat at one of the old wooden tables around the restaurant.
All Hogwarts and SS rules apply at all times. Please do not roleplay for the Shopkeeper (Samuel Huxley).
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Well, this was one place she was never really allowed to go to as a teenager. Her parents would still probably frown on it, but Sierra was just strolling around the village she still lived in and decided to go in and just...see what was going on, really. The Falcons had a break in Quidditch right now, so it was nice just to be at home with her parents and Ariadne.
She took a seat at the bar just to avoid the underage crowd then browsed the menu. She wasn't really sure she'd want something enough to actually order it, but it was something to do other than just sit here like a bump on a log. Okay, so...what to get, what to get?
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It was her twentieth birthday.... well, month, and Tori was having a blast treating herself to it. She'd been shopping, had her hair and nails done, gotten a free makeup sesh, and now she was blowing off some steam to wrap up another successful weekend.
Alone.
She held her head up high and pretended not to be dwelling on that fact as she waltzed into the Hog's Head. She'd specifically picked this pub because of its familiarity, but also because she didn't feel like dealing with Muggles tonight. No, she felt like sitting in a corner and having some French fries with bacon and cheese. WHY NOT. It was her birthday and she could do whatever she wanted. She might even order dessert tonight, woooieee!
She parked herself about two seats down from another lady loner at the bar and ordered a red currant rum. Something red for the redhead, duh! Tori flashed a grin to the surly bartender when she got her drink and looked over the rim of it as she took a sip.
You know, that brunette loner was looking awfully familiar...
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Hmm...that red currant rum sounded good. Yes, Sierra had heard some woman down the line order that very same thing, and it sparked an interest in Sierra. She waved the bartender over and placed her order. She tapped a finger against the counter as she glanced down at her hand. She had no nails. At least, no long nails. They kept breaking off during matches, so she'd given up a long time ago. She blew a thick strand of her ordinary, brown hair out of her eyes before glancing up again and looking down the way.
WHUTTT. NO, WHY?!
Freshly done hair. Flashy nails. A full coat of make-up. Why not, Tori Bunbury? Sierra suddenly felt like she blended in with one of the dull, brown tables while Bunbury over there stood out like a newly-crowned fashion model. Ugh. Not that Sierra cared about looking fashionable, but she imagined hearing Tori's nagging voice pointing out all of the above and pretty much driving Sierra out the building to get away from it.
Maybe Vogue over there wouldn't recognize her. Sierra gave the woman a nod of acknowledgment then looked at the bartender once again.
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Oh.
My.
Merlin.
Tori's hazel eyes simply widened when the brunette down the bar nodded at her. Look, she'd ordered the same drink! THE very same drink. Red currant rum. It wasn't that common, was it? She wouldn't know, not being a bartender.
But what she WAS... was a curious Daily Prophet reporter, and curious Daily Prophet reporters liked to get the scoop on frenemies of theirs. Even when it was their birthday month. So once she had her drink, Tori strapped her purse back on and smoothly moved down the bar two seats.
Now there was only ONE empty chair between herself and this woman whom she was CERTAIN was Sierra Greingoth. But she'd play it cool, she would. Tori casually sipped her drink and set it down with an approving little 'hmm' sound.
"Delicious, isn't it?" She turned her cat-like smile on her fellow loner, just teeeeesting the water.
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Botros walked down the main street of Hogsmeade in significant grace. He avoided the students, avoided their questions and stares at his soft hair and wrinkless face, and headed for the Hog's Head where he asked Sherman to meet him. Merlin was he glad he made it there safe and sound.
And a good twenty minutes earlier. He was used to getting out from the office well before any appointment he had; walking down the Grounds wasn't really a picnic in this weather. But now it was effortless, it was a picnic!
Walking into the almost deserted place, he spotted two young ladies by the bar. Ab untangled his scarf from around his neck and took a seat somewhere where Sherman would see him as soon as he rolled in. His friend was up for a big surprise, his owl to him said so.
Also. He owed him a Christmas sweater. His sweater from last year was worn out.
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Botros walked down the main street of Hogsmeade in significant grace. He avoided the students, avoided their questions and stares at his soft hair and wrinkless face, and headed for the Hog's Head where he asked Sherman to meet him. Merlin was he glad he made it there safe and sound.
And a good twenty minutes earlier. He was used to getting out from the office well before any appointment he had; walking down the Grounds wasn't really a picnic in this weather. But now it was effortless, it was a picnic!
Walking into the almost deserted place, he spotted two young ladies by the bar. Ab untangled his scarf from around his neck and took a seat somewhere where Sherman would see him as soon as he rolled in. His friend was up for a big surprise, his owl to him said so.
Also. He owed him a Christmas sweater. His sweater from last year was worn out.
When he wheeled into the Hog's Head, the freshly wrapped Christmas sweater for Abraham settled in his lap, Sherman couldn't spot his friend. His blue eyes drifted right over the young fellow with the smooth skin and the soft blonde curls. Surely, that wasn't the man he was looking for today. He didn't even have a cane!
But where was Botros? Sherman's eyesight must have been getting worse, because he was certain the pub was free of another elderly.
"Ab?" Where was he?
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When he wheeled into the Hog's Head, the freshly wrapped Christmas sweater for Abraham settled in his lap, Sherman couldn't spot his friend. His blue eyes drifted right over the young fellow with the smooth skin and the soft blonde curls. Surely, that wasn't the man he was looking for today. He didn't even have a cane!
But where was Botros? Sherman's eyesight must have been getting worse, because he was certain the pub was free of another elderly.
"Ab?" Where was he?
Botros realized Sherman was here even before the old man wheeled into the place; his wheelchair had bumped into the door. The previously-old man waited for his friend to roll his wheels closer... and waited... wait what? He didn't recognize him? Ab rolled his eyes and got up, "Sherman. I'm right here, buddy." Did he just say 'buddy' too? Oh Merlin, he was slipping.
Botros helped wheeling Sherman closer to their table before settling down in the chair next to him. He didn't know how to act. Looking at his friend with all those wrinkles and old eyes when he sported his old blonde curls and lifted neck skin. This was embarrassing. "Uh... h-how're you doing?" Awkward.
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Oh.
My.
Merlin.
Tori's hazel eyes simply widened when the brunette down the bar nodded at her. Look, she'd ordered the same drink! THE very same drink. Red currant rum. It wasn't that common, was it? She wouldn't know, not being a bartender.
But what she WAS... was a curious Daily Prophet reporter, and curious Daily Prophet reporters liked to get the scoop on frenemies of theirs. Even when it was their birthday month. So once she had her drink, Tori strapped her purse back on and smoothly moved down the bar two seats.
Now there was only ONE empty chair between herself and this woman whom she was CERTAIN was Sierra Greingoth. But she'd play it cool, she would. Tori casually sipped her drink and set it down with an approving little 'hmm' sound.
"Delicious, isn't it?" She turned her cat-like smile on her fellow loner, just teeeeesting the water.
Well, so much for a relaxing afternoon out. Sierra sighed as she rubbed the bridge of her nose. She wasn't sure if she was ready for Tori Bunbury in her life once again, even if it was for a likely five minutes or so. Nevertheless, she saw the woman edge her way down the line of barstools. At least she'd left one seat between them. She was less likely to try and PUNCH Sierra--again.
"Hello, Tori," Sierra said, glancing away from her drink and toward the red head. She hadn't really been interested in getting a comment on the so-called 'delicious drink', so Sierra opted to skip that little small talk. She could at least squeeze in an--"Interesting seeing you again" comment, though.
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Well, so much for a relaxing afternoon out. Sierra sighed as she rubbed the bridge of her nose. She wasn't sure if she was ready for Tori Bunbury in her life once again, even if it was for a likely five minutes or so. Nevertheless, she saw the woman edge her way down the line of barstools. At least she'd left one seat between them. She was less likely to try and PUNCH Sierra--again.
"Hello, Tori," Sierra said, glancing away from her drink and toward the red head. She hadn't really been interested in getting a comment on the so-called 'delicious drink', so Sierra opted to skip that little small talk. She could at least squeeze in an--"Interesting seeing you again" comment, though.
Aha, so it WAS Sierra Greingoth. Tori's Cheshire cat smile grew into a grin upon hearing the brunette speak. She recognized her and was even addressing her civilly, so far. How lovely.
"Interesting seeing you again too, Sierra. How AAAAAAARE things? You look...." she paused to give the girl a head-to-toe flick of the eyes. "...well." She hadn't gotten fat after school, so that was disappointing something.
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Aha, so it WAS Sierra Greingoth. Tori's Cheshire cat smile grew into a grin upon hearing the brunette speak. She recognized her and was even addressing her civilly, so far. How lovely.
"Interesting seeing you again too, Sierra. How AAAAAAARE things? You look...." she paused to give the girl a head-to-toe flick of the eyes. "...well." She hadn't gotten fat after school, so that was disappointing something.
Ugh.
Why did Sierra suddenly have the feeling she was conversing with the likes of that ancient Rita Skeeter lady? Sierra had head Skeeter was a real pest, and now--just look at Bunbury!
Questions were being asked, and Sierra knew she should analyze every thought in her head before saying anything out loud. She also hated the way Vogue over there seemed to be so boldly analyzing Sierra's appearance. Ew.
"Things are wonderful," she decided to say. Well, they were. "I've been playing for the Falcons since graduation, and I'm enjoying it." She didn't want to go too overboard with the details. She kind of hated to ask the same question to Bunbury, but at the sake of sounding rude and causing Tori to make a scene--"...and you? You look..." Like a walking magazine ad? "...bright."
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Ugh.
Why did Sierra suddenly have the feeling she was conversing with the likes of that ancient Rita Skeeter lady? Sierra had head Skeeter was a real pest, and now--just look at Bunbury!
Questions were being asked, and Sierra knew she should analyze every thought in her head before saying anything out loud. She also hated the way Vogue over there seemed to be so boldly analyzing Sierra's appearance. Ew.
"Things are wonderful," she decided to say. Well, they were. "I've been playing for the Falcons since graduation, and I'm enjoying it." She didn't want to go too overboard with the details. She kind of hated to ask the same question to Bunbury, but at the sake of sounding rude and causing Tori to make a scene--"...and you? You look..." Like a walking magazine ad? "...bright."
Tori could tell this small, harmless conversation was killing Sierra on the inside. Neither of them were insulting the other, no one was threatening anyone, and look, no hexes or curses had started to fly! Was that why she was looking so upset?
The redhead decided she was going to enjoy this moment. Immensely.
"Aww well that's just grrrreaaaaaaat!" she simpered with fake sweetness for the other woman. "Congratulations. I'm assuming you're a beater, then?" Of course she was, just look at the biceps on her. Hah!
She smirked at the 'bright'.... compliment?... and fake-laughed. "Aww, this old thing?" The clothes Tori was wearing had literally just had their price tags removed hours before, but Sierra wouldn't know that. "Thank you, thank you. I'm doing well. I just had a promotion at the Daily Prophet, actually. And I loooooooooooove it." The promotion was from stringer to proper writer, but there was no need for details. No, really.
"So how's your season going then?" Tori was just going to gab gab gab, because why not? The only other people in the bar were two men, one of which must have been the grandfather of the other. Oi.
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Botros realized Sherman was here even before the old man wheeled into the place; his wheelchair had bumped into the door. The previously-old man waited for his friend to roll his wheels closer... and waited... wait what? He didn't recognize him? Ab rolled his eyes and got up, "Sherman. I'm right here, buddy." Did he just say 'buddy' too? Oh Merlin, he was slipping.
Botros helped wheeling Sherman closer to their table before settling down in the chair next to him. He didn't know how to act. Looking at his friend with all those wrinkles and old eyes when he sported his old blonde curls and lifted neck skin. This was embarrassing. "Uh... h-how're you doing?" Awkward.
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"Ab..... raham?" What had... what was.... his FACE.
He had to tilt his head backwards to look at Botros properly, even if it hurt his old man neck. Where were the wrinkles? The white hair? The cane? "Is that... y-you?" Merlin, he was going to have a heart attack. Die, even. Someone tell his wife he loved her.
When they finally stopped moving, Sherman disregarded the question and reached out to touch his friend's lifted skin. He settled his hands on Ab's cheeks, turned his face this way and that, touched his blonde curls, and essentially invaded his personal space in all sorts of ways.
"Where's the Fountain of Youth? Where did you find it? We're going to be RICH!" They could buy unicorns! Hey ho!
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Tori could tell this small, harmless conversation was killing Sierra on the inside. Neither of them were insulting the other, no one was threatening anyone, and look, no hexes or curses had started to fly! Was that why she was looking so upset?
The redhead decided she was going to enjoy this moment. Immensely.
"Aww well that's just grrrreaaaaaaat!" she simpered with fake sweetness for the other woman. "Congratulations. I'm assuming you're a beater, then?" Of course she was, just look at the biceps on her. Hah!
She smirked at the 'bright'.... compliment?... and fake-laughed. "Aww, this old thing?" The clothes Tori was wearing had literally just had their price tags removed hours before, but Sierra wouldn't know that. "Thank you, thank you. I'm doing well. I just had a promotion at the Daily Prophet, actually. And I loooooooooooove it." The promotion was from stringer to proper writer, but there was no need for details. No, really.
"So how's your season going then?" Tori was just going to gab gab gab, because why not? The only other people in the bar were two men, one of which must have been the grandfather of the other. Oi.
Sierra began mentally preparing a short and to-the-point exit message that could get her out of here as soon as possible. I need to go feed my crup. I have to babysit my younger sister. My broom needs a good cleaning... Why did she always have to run into Tori frazzling Bunbury?
Ugh. That fake excitement. "Mmm. I'm sure you think so," Sierra said, faking a smile of her own. "You assume correctly." It was the same position she'd had since she was twelve years old, and she was pretty proud of it.
Yes, that old thing. Sierra had to fight herself from saying, 'Yes, you must have borrowed it from your grandmother hmm?'. Being an adult now, she tried to refrain from such comments, but Tori Bunbury made it impossible. "Oh, you're writing for the Prophet?" she asked, clearly surprised. Go freaking figure. "Funny, but that's just the position I had you pinned on obtaining." A gossip columnist, that's what she was.
"The season's alright. We're doing better than last year, at least," she said. She was still hoping for that switch to the Harpies. "So, what are you currently covering?" Politics? Doubtful. World events? Ha! Primpernelle's, that's what Sierra bet.
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Sierra began mentally preparing a short and to-the-point exit message that could get her out of here as soon as possible. I need to go feed my crup. I have to babysit my younger sister. My broom needs a good cleaning... Why did she always have to run into Tori frazzling Bunbury?
Ugh. That fake excitement. "Mmm. I'm sure you think so," Sierra said, faking a smile of her own. "You assume correctly." It was the same position she'd had since she was twelve years old, and she was pretty proud of it.
Yes, that old thing. Sierra had to fight herself from saying, 'Yes, you must have borrowed it from your grandmother hmm?'. Being an adult now, she tried to refrain from such comments, but Tori Bunbury made it impossible. "Oh, you're writing for the Prophet?" she asked, clearly surprised. Go freaking figure. "Funny, but that's just the position I had you pinned on obtaining." A gossip columnist, that's what she was.
"The season's alright. We're doing better than last year, at least," she said. She was still hoping for that switch to the Harpies. "So, what are you currently covering?" Politics? Doubtful. World events? Ha! Primpernelle's, that's what Sierra bet.
"Of course, I haven't been on a broom since my school days, but I think it's just lovely that you've managed to make a career out of your little talent," Tori replied without missing a beat. Fake smiles and all, wasn't it just lovely that she hadn't managed to find a real job yet?
She was sooooooooo turning this encounter into a headline.
"Yes, of course!" Tori continued smiling though she did raise an eyebrow at something Sierra had said. "Really, you thought I would end up a writer?" Do go on, Greingoth. Surely there had to be some kind of insult behind that remark. She knew her arch-enemy alright.
The season was only alright... duly noted. "Were the Falcons your first choice in team?" She wondered curiously. Knowing Greingoth, she wouldn't settle until she was on the best team. That family of Slytherins were all just wannabe Bunburys anyway, and the Bunbury motto was 'only the best for the best.' Tori smirked just at that thought.
"Mm I can cover whatever I want to cover," she picked up her drink again for a dainty sip. "Politics, government, school stories, fashion, human interest...." Her gaze again wandered to the old men couple. "I could even write a story on those two geezers, if it caught my fancy. I love having a job with so much flexibility." Shame Sierra was stuck in the boring old sport world.
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"Ab..... raham?" What had... what was.... his FACE.
He had to tilt his head backwards to look at Botros properly, even if it hurt his old man neck. Where were the wrinkles? The white hair? The cane? "Is that... y-you?" Merlin, he was going to have a heart attack. Die, even. Someone tell his wife he loved her.
When they finally stopped moving, Sherman disregarded the question and reached out to touch his friend's lifted skin. He settled his hands on Ab's cheeks, turned his face this way and that, touched his blonde curls, and essentially invaded his personal space in all sorts of ways.
"Where's the Fountain of Youth? Where did you find it? We're going to be RICH!" They could buy unicorns! Hey ho!
... his face was squished between Sherman's hands. And now his entire head, including his perfectly-combed hair. Botros pushed his friends' hands away slowly, "Will you stop? It is me. I can prove it." He glanced around sneakily, and leaned in closer, "I know about the rockets underwear." There. Did he believe it was him now?
The fountain of youth was a fairly good suggestion. Botros let the man have his fancies for a moment before crushing them all. "Well, that's the thing. I wasn't nowhere near any fountains in years. Though I'm positive that there's something going on. I've been feeling extraordinary lately, my knees got better," Botros patted his knees with a guilty smile. "Then my hair started growing back, I just wish Debbie could see me right now." His eyes twinkled hopefully for a moment.
"Also get this..." He leaned closer, hands on the table, "Half the staff and student body at Hogwarts are showing signs of aging." GULP. It sounded much worse when he said it out loud like that.
Leo strolled into the village with his coat tucked close and scarf around his neck. It was chilly today. Rubbing his hands together to warm them up the mop-haired librarian steered his steps towards the Hog’s head. Maybe some mead or butterbeer could warm up his chilly hands? Leo had stupidly forgotten his gloves back in the library.
Stepping inside the pub Leo made his way over to take a seat by the bar to avoid most of the chatter. Sitting down on one of the bar stools he grabbed a menu and started to browse the selection. It hadn’t changed much since his last visit. So what was he in the mood for besides mead?
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... his face was squished between Sherman's hands. And now his entire head, including his perfectly-combed hair. Botros pushed his friends' hands away slowly, "Will you stop? It is me. I can prove it." He glanced around sneakily, and leaned in closer, "I know about the rockets underwear." There. Did he believe it was him now?
The fountain of youth was a fairly good suggestion. Botros let the man have his fancies for a moment before crushing them all. "Well, that's the thing. I wasn't nowhere near any fountains in years. Though I'm positive that there's something going on. I've been feeling extraordinary lately, my knees got better," Botros patted his knees with a guilty smile. "Then my hair started growing back, I just wish Debbie could see me right now." His eyes twinkled hopefully for a moment.
"Also get this..." He leaned closer, hands on the table, "Half the staff and student body at Hogwarts are showing signs of aging." GULP. It sounded much worse when he said it out loud like that.
Oh. He knew about the rocket underwear? Sherman at once drew his hands away, still awed by his friend's youth. His face looked... so young. "I want better knees and more hair," he commented, sounding a little jealous. Jeepers, why couldn't this happen to him?
But the aging students. Ahh. "My granddaughter sent Lucia and I an owl about that. Said her joints were too painful to move and she'd found gray hairs and her dormmates had wrinkles..." He trailed off. Merlin knew Sherman hadn't believed her until now. "Maybe I'll show the Board her letter at the upcoming meeting. What do you... think is happening?"
At least whatever it was had made Botros handsomer. Reaching out to touch the curls again, his eyes twinkled as well. "I can assure you Debbie would have thought you were looking very fine." For he was, he was.
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Oh. He knew about the rocket underwear? Sherman at once drew his hands away, still awed by his friend's youth. His face looked... so young. "I want better knees and more hair," he commented, sounding a little jealous. Jeepers, why couldn't this happen to him?
But the aging students. Ahh. "My granddaughter sent Lucia and I an owl about that. Said her joints were too painful to move and she'd found gray hairs and her dormmates had wrinkles..." He trailed off. Merlin knew Sherman hadn't believed her until now. "Maybe I'll show the Board her letter at the upcoming meeting. What do you... think is happening?"
At least whatever it was had made Botros handsomer. Reaching out to touch the curls again, his eyes twinkled as well. "I can assure you Debbie would have thought you were looking very fine." For he was, he was.
Botros couldn't help but smirk at Sherman's slightly jealous words. "You remember the last time we had a banter over jealousy?" He chuckled, squeezing the bridge of his nose. What was it about? He couldn't even remember. Merlin.
Oh but the next information was of great significance. Ab listened to Sherman, his eyebrows knotted in concern and slight guilt. "Yeah. I've seen them during our last class." He rubbed his face, frustrated. "Some of our staffers are suffering from the same symptoms too. It's impossible not to think that this--" He gestured at his drop-dead good looks. "--and their symptoms." SIGH. "What do you think?"
"Oi, quit it with the touching." It was getting creepy now. But his words about Debbie softened Botros' face and heart, and he smiiiiled content.
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Trixie wasn't actually aware of the fact it was Hogsmeade weekend for the students when she apparated into the village that morning but the fact it was didn't make any difference to her at all. She was actually quite happy to see all the students, it reminded her of her own school days. It seemed like it wasn't as long ago as it had been since she had graduated, a strange thought.
The blonde made her way down the street after straightening out her dress from the apparition. She had planned on meeting her cousin and her husband in Hogsmeade for a quick catch up without any of the children intruding, having left the four in the care of Freddie.
She passed by a couple of shops, only stopping briefly to glance into their windows at what was being sold. She pushed the door open of the Hogs Head once she had reached it and wandered over to an empty table towards the back. The pub wasn't exactly her scene but it was quieter than the Three Broomsticks and it seemed like an appropriate place to be, especially seeing as she hadn't visited Hogsmeade at all in a very long time.
She briefly glanced around before tapping her foot and waiting for the other two to arrive.
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Hogsmeade. This place brought back memories. Memories of the good old days.
Aiden smiled at Ella next to him and opened the door to the pub for her. The Hog's Head was pretty dingy, but it did have great food. Plus it never had all that much of a crowd and considering it was Hogsmeade weekend for the Hogwarts kids, this had been a much better selection than The Three Broomsticks. "Do you see Trix..?" His eyes wandered around the pub. It was awfully dark in here, too. But then he spotted her, off at a table in the back. "Ah. There she is," he said with a nod in that direction.
And in that direction they went. "Hey, Trixie," he greeted with a warm smile. "You're looking well." And childless. Thankfully.
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Ella was feeling particularly fantastic today. She had managed to FINALLY fit back into her regular sized jeans after having Olivia. It had taken her longer than it did with Samuel, pretty much because she had gained this horrible obsession with chocolate frogs. I mean, psh, where had THAT come from? Ella was still waiting for Aiden to notice that she was looking on fiyaahhhh once again. He had yet to comment.
Ahem.
Anyway, meeting up with the cousin, or whatever. Hadn't she just been out with Trixie? Ella passed through the door that was opened for her, then searched for her husband's hand to hold. "Yeah, there." She said after he had spotted her, then took the lead and dragged Aiden alongside her.
"Hey." She took a seat opposite her cousin. Jeeeeeez, it was noisy in here, wasn't it? Ella frowned at a couple of oldies across the way. Why had they chosen to come HERE?
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Trixie looked up when the door was opened and she could feel a brief chilly wind enter the pub. She had spotted them before they had noticed her and she looked back down to glance at the menu. Although it was known that the pub had fairly decent food, their vegetarian options were atrocious and she really didn't feel like eating cabbage salad today.
"Hello" she smiled at Aiden first as he greeted her. "As well as I can be with double shifts and a pair of toddlers" she sighed but couldn't help but to giggle at the end. "Honestly, don't have twins" she glanced towards Ella first and then back to Aiden. Especially twin boys. In fact, identical twin boys. The girls were absolute angels and always did as they were told. The twins didn't, or even if they were quiet it was quite disconcerting, like they were telepathically plotting their next riot.
She looked at Ella whom she had only seen recently anyway seeing the frown that had etched itself across her face. "What's wrong with you?" she raised her brow, following her eyeline to the pair of old people at another table. "I passed the three broomsticks earlier, its much quieter in here." She didn't fancy fighting her way around school children as sweet as they were.
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"Of course, I haven't been on a broom since my school days, but I think it's just lovely that you've managed to make a career out of your little talent," Tori replied without missing a beat. Fake smiles and all, wasn't it just lovely that she hadn't managed to find a real job yet?
She was sooooooooo turning this encounter into a headline.
"Yes, of course!" Tori continued smiling though she did raise an eyebrow at something Sierra had said. "Really, you thought I would end up a writer?" Do go on, Greingoth. Surely there had to be some kind of insult behind that remark. She knew her arch-enemy alright.
The season was only alright... duly noted. "Were the Falcons your first choice in team?" She wondered curiously. Knowing Greingoth, she wouldn't settle until she was on the best team. That family of Slytherins were all just wannabe Bunburys anyway, and the Bunbury motto was 'only the best for the best.' Tori smirked just at that thought.
"Mm I can cover whatever I want to cover," she picked up her drink again for a dainty sip. "Politics, government, school stories, fashion, human interest...." Her gaze again wandered to the old men couple. "I could even write a story on those two geezers, if it caught my fancy. I love having a job with so much flexibility." Shame Sierra was stuck in the boring old sport world.
Little talent. Riiight. Sierra could just HEAR the jealousy oozing out Tori's mouth. "Mmhmm, much in the same way you've managed to make a career out of your's," she remarking. A talent for gossiping, that is. No one at the Daily Prophet was ever up to any good, it seemed.
Sierra thought Tori would end up a writer? "Not exactly. I'm just not surprised you made a career out of being a professional gossiper, that's all," she said. Honestly was the best policy and all. That was also the insult she was almost sure Bunbury was expecting.
Sierra was certain Tori had some evil plan behind asking if the Falcons were Sierra's first choice in a team. No, they weren't. The Harpies had been. The Falcons, as a matter of fact, hadn't even been in Sierra's running. Tori didn't have to know that, though. "Of course. Well, the Falcons or the Harpies," she said. She decided to throw a pinch of the truth in their somewhere.
Sierra raised her eyebrows. "Oh? Then tell me, Tori, what part of politics and government would you choose to write about if you were given that very assignment?" she asked. She would honestly fall out her chair if a decent answer was given.
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Botros couldn't help but smirk at Sherman's slightly jealous words. "You remember the last time we had a banter over jealousy?" He chuckled, squeezing the bridge of his nose. What was it about? He couldn't even remember. Merlin.
Oh but the next information was of great significance. Ab listened to Sherman, his eyebrows knotted in concern and slight guilt. "Yeah. I've seen them during our last class." He rubbed his face, frustrated. "Some of our staffers are suffering from the same symptoms too. It's impossible not to think that this--" He gestured at his drop-dead good looks. "--and their symptoms." SIGH. "What do you think?"
"Oi, quit it with the touching." It was getting creepy now. But his words about Debbie softened Botros' face and heart, and he smiiiiled content.
"I... should I?" His brow furrowed as he thought long and hard about it. "Musta been the good ol' days.... '08...."
No, wait. He hadn't been alive then. Whatever.
Hmm. Sherman rubbed his chin idly, trying to consider the possibilities. "Could... could you maybe be trading your age for their youth? Not intentionally of course, but..." They should have gotten firewhiskey. Maybe a fuzzy head would have made him feel better just then. "I mean, there is a time thief on the loose. Didn't MLE allow her to escape again?" And anything was possible...
But his hair was so SOFT. Reluctantly, Sherman pulled back his hands. This was most definitely an odd circumstance, but anything that made his best friend so happy surely couldn't be that bad of a thing? He smiled back.
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