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Post by Matilda Wentworth on Mar 14, 2007 5:03:35 GMT -5
Five minutes... Ten... Twenty... Thirty... That was it. The young girl would wait Fifteen and only that amount of time, she had waited long enough. Mr. Wentworth had been 30 minutes late already, and Matty would only wait another fifteen more minutes before searching for him. He had gone to buy some unusual ingredients from some type of shop in Hogsmeade, as well as stock up on some wine from the Hogs Head. Cedric was hopeless. Fact was, he was probably chatting about his restaurant in Old London, or shopping around for what he could find for a good price thus leaving his youth daughter in the Three Broomsticks. No matter, she had money, and a wand, so many possibilities! So there she sat, dusk had fallen, the bar was near-empty and a girl sat in a lone corner of the shop. Matty wouldn't be surprised if the bar-keeper forgot the girl was sitting in there, a half drunk Butterbeer still on her table.
She looked up to the clock, then out to the window where groups of people huddled together walked swiftly along the main street. Sighing, the girl brushed her fringe from her eyes, and let her hair fall our over her shoulders. The bar was warm, and a good thing too because Matty was wearing a black dress holster-neck dress that flowed freely down to her knee. A pair of slip on shoes of black velvet, and a skin tight jacket of a V-neck, that came a few inches above her belly-button. Her green eyes lost of joy, but full of disappointment, the girl sighed again. Looking up though, the girl watched as someone entered the bar, unfortunately it wasn't her father.
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Post by justus on Mar 14, 2007 8:09:00 GMT -5
Eamon swung open the door to the Three Broomsticks, and was forced to duck underneath the door frame to get inside. That as one thing that had always bothered him about most old places. The doors are too bloody short. "Evening." He greeted the Bartender, taking a seat at the bar. He was clad in long, navy, robes.
He ordered a Butterbeer, taking a look round the tavern while he waited for his drink. It was relatively empty, which suited Eamon just fine. Eamon didn't like crowds. There was a batty looking old woman in one corner, a hung-over youth on the barstool three down from Eamon, and a teenager sitting alone in the corner. Probably waiting for a date, he thought, and she did indeed look like she was waiting for someone. Eamon took the tankard of Butterbeer from the barmaid, murmuring his thanks and taking a long draught.
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Post by Matilda Wentworth on Mar 14, 2007 22:24:28 GMT -5
Glaring slightly at the fact that it wasn't her father Cedric, Matty returned her sad gaze to the bottle in front of her. Picking up her Oak wand, Matty pointed it upon the bottle, before muttering "Wingardium Leviosa " under her breath, and watching the Butterbeer rise a couple of feet. Her green eyes dull, Matty watched the bottle as with movements with her wand, it rolled around in a circle upright, then upside down. Unfortunately however, the lid wasn't on.
With a flash of liquid, then the clunk of the bottle landing unbroken back onto the table, Matty then said in a semi-high tone "Scourgify." with a lazy flick of her wand. The bar-tender looking over and walking slowly, Matty smiled sheepishly before nodding and saying "It's taken care of, no worries." and the lady smiled to her, before returning to clean the bench. Sighing, the girl pushed the empty bottle to the middle of her lone table. Only 12 minutes to go.
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Post by justus on Mar 15, 2007 22:04:35 GMT -5
Eamon took another swig of Butterbeer, his gaze falling on the girl once again. He enjoyed the occasional people watch, and this girl was the most interesting person in the Bar. She looked annoyed, and had started to levitate her bottle. It spilled over her table, and Eamon suppressed a chuckle. She did, however, clean it up with an excellent Scouring Charm.
"Impressive." Eamon said to the girl, turning in his stool toward the girl.
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Post by Matilda Wentworth on Mar 15, 2007 23:42:27 GMT -5
Matty's eyes looked over the drip strewn bottle, before hearing an unfamiliar voice. Looking up to see who would have said it, she saw a man around middle age, dressed neatly and over all the man looked kind. She smiled kindly, before saying in a semi-quiet tone not to scare the drunken teen next to the man, "Thank you, well it had to be done." a glittered in her eyes was cast as a last trickle of Butterbeer ran onto the table.
Indeed, the man was right, Matty was disappointed. Had she have had something to do, or money to spend if, it would be okay, let alone being able to walk around at dusk in a wizard community, but the days of those were gone since the kidnapping and the Dark Mark going up at Hogwarts. The days were getting darker, and so were the people.
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