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Post by Atreyu Florence on Jul 11, 2008 19:31:56 GMT
All day today Atreyu had been working with loud and often obnoxious clients. He needed to relax and decided to go to The Three Broomsticks to have some Butterbeer and pick something up for Sicilly. When he walked in the sweet smell of Butterbeer hit him like a ton of bricks.
Trey took a seat at the back of the pub and ordered his drink and pulled out a parchment and quill. He was going to write a letter to his sister Kayden. After all he owed her letters dating back to New Years Eve. He recieved his Butterbeer and slowly sipped it.
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Post by Riyann Servansikk on Jul 11, 2008 19:42:46 GMT
I was starting to wonder why the only times I was ever in a place that served firewhiskey and butterbeer, was when I was pregnant. Except for the few occasions I was hardly ever here, and I think I drank more than Riley. Then again, there is a little reason behind that. Because the only times he really drank was with me, after we faught or something big happened, and actually I think that's it, and when he did he would tend to have a little drinking problem. So why did I have to be the one pregnant? I swear I will find a way to make it so he is. Though I'm already about 3 months in, I think I'd miss the small baby bump, and I wasn't planning on getting pregnant again, so I wouldn't have to find a way to make it so he got pregnant instead.
Yet, here I was, stepping into the Three Broomsticks, a firewhiskey I wasn't going to drink and went to find a place to sit, which I dunno why I was going to bother.
Biting my lip softly I found an open spot, which was surprising, and went for it at the back of the pub, wanting to turn around because the person looked busy and all I was doing was tempting myself and turning down the temptation. "This seat open?" I asked, raising a small eyebrow, not really wanting to startle him.
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Post by Atreyu Florence on Jul 11, 2008 20:06:26 GMT
Trey was having a hard time figuring out how to start the letter when he heard a female voice. He looked up and smiled a bit. "The seat's open. Go ahead sit." he said in a somewhat cheerful voice. He rolled the parchment up and put it in his jacket pocket. "My name is Atreyu. You can just call me Trey," He reached his arm out toward her to shake her hand. "What's your name?"
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Post by Riyann Servansikk on Jul 11, 2008 20:11:41 GMT
I smiled a little bit when he said to go ahead and sit, and I did, taking the seat opposite him as he rolled up the parchment that I had seen and assumed meant he was busy. As he tucked the parcment away I set the bottle of firewhiskey on the table top and reached my and out to shake his after seeing him do the same. "Alright Trey, I'm Riyann." I said with a small grin as I shook his hand.
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Post by Atreyu Florence on Jul 12, 2008 3:38:04 GMT
"What brings you to Hogsmeade?" he asked after taking another drink of his Butterbeer. She looks pretty young, he told himself. Then again looks can be rather deceiving. "I came here to get something in my system before I headed home."
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Post by Riyann Servansikk on Jul 12, 2008 18:01:08 GMT
I nodded a little and watched as he took a drink of his butterbeer, twisting my firewhiskey in a small circle on the table. "Not entirely sure. I always end up here when I'm preggers." I said, shrugging lightly, realizing that probably didn't sound right when I had the firewhiskey in front of me. "Never drink what I order though."
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