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Post by Kingsley Shacklebolt on Jun 21, 2006 20:44:37 GMT -5
The three friends had snuck quitely along the way to Hogsmeade, holding their breath in fear. Once the rough dirt of the trail turned into the muddied streets of Hogsmeade, Kingsley breathed a sigh of relief. "Micheal, your as loud as freight train!" he hissed, toying with the thought that the slight seventh year could make more noise than he and Caradoc put together. He marched himself up along the street while making sure to pull his dark cloak close. They had decided that ditching the school uniforms would be for the best. A quick shove of the rusty old door ahead and the three comrades were inside their palace.
Finnally settling in a dark booth in the corner, Kingsley waved for Madam Rosmerta. The silly little barkeep would probably refuse their order of drinks on a school night, but that was okay because Kingsley had more than one trick up his sleeve.
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Post by Madam Rosmerta on Jun 21, 2006 20:57:03 GMT -5
Rosmerta wiped the grease off the bar with a wet rag. That was the last time she let a broom cleaner in the Three Broomsticks. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed the waving hand and walked to greet it. Shoving her hand in her pocket, Rosmerta kept a tight grip on her wand. One never knew what scum you could meet in a bar.
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Post by Kingsley Shacklebolt on Jun 21, 2006 21:00:52 GMT -5
"Three Firewhiskeys please, Rosey." Kingsley's attempt at gruff voice failed a bit and left his friends in hysterical laughter. Trying to save face, he pushed the three gold coins to the front of the table.
((I'm not god-modding here, I'm rping as every player in this aresonal of an rpg currently just to inform you. Caradoc is played by a someone else but is not currently included.))
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Post by Michael Jordan on Jun 21, 2006 21:05:02 GMT -5
Kingsley really could be an idiot, thought Michael. He gave Kingsley a swift kick to the shin and ducked down deeper into his hooded cloak.
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Post by Madam Rosmerta on Jun 21, 2006 21:13:34 GMT -5
Rosmerta paused in though before picking up the coins. She knew that voice from somewhere... "Shacklebolt!" she spat,"Get out of my bar! And take your filthy friends too!" Blood rose into her already flames checks and her anger boiled over. That little prat was always over here an..and getting drunk too! Such a shame to a young life, she thought sadly.
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Post by Caroline Valde on Jun 21, 2006 21:16:24 GMT -5
((can I intrude?))
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Post by Kingsley Shacklebolt on Jun 21, 2006 21:26:11 GMT -5
((sure))
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Post by Caroline Valde on Jun 21, 2006 21:30:51 GMT -5
((yea! ok thanks))
Caroline stumbled along the sidewalk trying not to be seen. She was on her way to Zonko's for something when she heard some people talking. Softly she crept up behind them. They a few years older than her and were dressed in plain clothes. She almost chuckled looking down at her school robes. That was smart, she thought, I'll have to remember that sometime. She really wanted to go to Zonko's but the curious part of her made her say hidden in the shadows.
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Post by Kingsley Shacklebolt on Jun 21, 2006 21:35:44 GMT -5
A tug lightly on Rosey's sleeve brought her back to attention. Kingsley ingnored the flow of new customers coming through the door. "Now Rosey, I think we need some drinks. And I think that you don't need the Ministry coming in here to see what's going on in the back room."
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Post by Caroline Valde on Jun 21, 2006 21:37:56 GMT -5
Caroline grinned since she was close enough to the conversation to overhear it. Almost all wanting to complete her walk to Zonko's was gone for she was getting fairly intrested.
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Post by Madam Rosmerta on Jun 21, 2006 21:41:06 GMT -5
She stiffened at the rude boy's suggestion. After a moment though, she reluctantly agreed and stalked off to get the drinks.
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Post by Michael Jordan on Jun 21, 2006 21:45:09 GMT -5
He felt his eyes widen impulsivly. "Kingsley, how did you...? I mean... what?" Michael sat in disbelief. They had never gotten this lucky before, normally it was afive minute barrage of yelling.
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Post by Caroline Valde on Jun 21, 2006 21:47:29 GMT -5
Caroline almost laughed at the disbelief in the boy's voice, but remembered she wasn't supposed to be there. Wondering if they were going to say anything else she checked her watch hastily seeing how much time she had before someone might realize she was gone.
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Post by Kingsley Shacklebolt on Jun 21, 2006 21:51:17 GMT -5
Kingsley shoved Michael's questions and mumbled something about going to the restroom. He made his way along the dark room until he collided with someone near the wall and fell. That really is just my luck, he thought bitterly.
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Post by Caroline Valde on Jun 21, 2006 21:54:13 GMT -5
Caroline yelped softly hitting the floor. Didn't see that coming. Slowly she crawled to her feet hoping whoever it was hadn't really notice and started slowly making her way to the door.
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