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Post by Adelaide Lestrange on Mar 14, 2008 17:09:04 GMT -5
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After coming across the note several weeks ago, Adelaide had not learnt much else about who her father was. Not knowing whether it was true or not annoyed Adelaide to a bigger extent than the people who pushed past her, trying to get out of the rain. Her dark eyes swept the surroundings; the quaint village of Hogsmeade today didn't look so quaint as the rain drizzled from the sky. The air was rather humid, muggy, and yet Adelaide still saw fit to wear her long, heavy travelling cloak, which she had had to charm to make waterproof.
Sighing to herself, she eventually gaving up on the idea of thinking and trying to sort the mess which was called her life out and instead made her way to the Hogs Head. Adelaide preferred it a lot over The Three Broomsticks, as it there was a less friendly and jolly atmosphere than at Rosmerta's pub, which meant she fitted in a lot better with the crowd that attended the Hogs Head.
The old wooden door creaked open, and the woman stepped inside, neither glad or unglad to be out of the rain. Rain was rain, she couldn't really stop it from happening, and so what if it made her hair go slightly curly? She had more pressing matters in her life than the state of her hair. Taking a seat on one of the bar stools, Adelaide waited patiently for the owner to arrive. Besides herself, there were a few dodgy-looking men in the corner, and what seemed to be and smell like a hag sitting not to far away from the Lestrange. Ew. Wrinkling her nose up, Adelaide turned to face away from the hag and decided to break the silence.
"I'm waiting to be served here!"
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Post by Rose Weasley on Mar 14, 2008 20:37:02 GMT -5
The rain has caused a dilemma for one girl as she ducked into the closest pub. It seemed as if the friends Rose was suppose to meet here were not going to show up and she really did not want to walk back in this rain. Explaining this to anyone was liable to either get her in trouble, or get enough to tease her about that it would be trouble, at least when concerning her cousins. Rose dropped the hood of her jacket and her scarlet hair fell out. It was in a, now, messy braid so she reached up and took the tie out so it fell flat against her back again as she shrugged off her jacket. She folded it and put it across her arm as she switched her bag to the opposite shoulder to see how much money she had. Maybe she could get a drink and wait out the storm and then head back, it would be a lot less embarrassing then showing up as a drowned rat.
Even in this light drizzle, Rose would walk in, her hair soaked and her attire the same. And while jeans didn’t do much, and a jacket could keep her shirt dry, even still, it was not a mess she wanted to deal with, mud included. Rose gave a small sigh of happiness as she realized she had enough and walked to the bar. It was not exactly the Three Broomsticks but it would work. She looked around, not feeling completely safe. When a woman yelled out that she was waiting to be served Rose gave her a somewhat strange look. Couldn’t she tell that the bar was busy and the bartender was working by himself tonight? Rude much? She gave a slight roll of her eyes and then held back a moan as she realized the only available barstool was next to the rude woman. She gritted her teeth and sat down next to the woman looking around for something else to do. Coming up with nothing, Rose decided maybe she was just in a bad mood and wasn’t so bad. “Oh, I’m sure he’s coming…he’s probably just busy.” She tried to say off-handily. |
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Post by Adelaide Lestrange on Mar 15, 2008 12:41:20 GMT -5
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Her short fingernails tapped rhythmically on the wooden surface before her as Adelaide waited for the bartender to appear. The need for an alcoholic substance to flow through her body was even greater at this moment in time than her need to find out the truth about her father. She had come to realise this after spending a minute or so looking keenly at the bottles behind the bar; bottles filled with firewhiskey, mead, wine or even plain whiskey. There were even a few bottles of the Muggle stuff, such as vodka, which Addy had examined keenly from the distance. It was strong stuff, and was what she needed to make her pretty head stop thinking, if only for a few minutes at a time. However, she knew that she was a better person than to get totally hammered and end up in some man's room later on, unable to explain or remember how she got there and why she was there in the first place.
The cold wind that swept around the room signalled that another person had entered the already fairly full pub, but Adelaide was not concerned with the new arrival. At least, she wasn't until the person sat next to her. However, Addy didn't look at them and stare, no, that was rude and it meant that the person may start a conversation. Oh wait, too late. The person which she recognized as a female from the voice tone obviously spoke to her. Busy? Well yes, the pub was fairly full, but she was a Lestrange, a descendant of the Blacks, and deserved better service than this. Raising a slender eyebrow, Adelaide looked around to be meet with the sight of a younger girl.
She was more than probably a Hogwarts student, as she looked old enough. "What's your name?" Adelaide looked at the girl's sodden clothes and brought her lips into a rather sinster smile. "Want me to dry your clothes?" Stupid Order, stupid Ministry, it was all because of them that she had to lie low, not draw attention to herself, and starting a fight with the girl for merely talking to her in the first place would obviously draw a lot of attention to Adelaide. The last thing she wanted was the Order and Ministry on her back.
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Post by Rose Weasley on Mar 15, 2008 13:28:58 GMT -5
Rose looked her over for a few seconds, the whole do not give your name to strangers lecture popping into her head. However, she figured there were many other people there, that she was close to Hogwarts anyways…, and her hair and other things were quiet distinguishable. “Rose, my name is Rose. And no thanks…I am meeting up with a few people soon and then heading back. So I’ll be getting wet again anyways.” She said, giving a small and uncaring shrug of her shoulders. Her voice was steady and calm, but truthfully this woman gave Rose the creeps a bit. She didn’t know why, but she just seemed to have this air about her that screamed stay away.
‘Of course, you figure out that she doesn’t want to be anywhere near anyone AFTER you talk to her…smooth Rosie…and now you are talking to yourself…even better…’ she thought taking a small strand of her red hair and twisting it between her fingers as she looked away from the woman and along the walls and bar, hoping the barman would come soon. Sadly she realized neither of them were going to be served any time in the near future and so Rose figured she may as well small talk with this woman since she had already started the conversation. “Are you in from the rain as well?” she asked.
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Post by Adelaide Lestrange on Mar 15, 2008 16:54:50 GMT -5
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Even though the girl was soaking wet from the rain that still decided to fall from the sky, Adelaide could tell one thing about her. The girls hair was a vivid scarlet colour. Yes, even though it was damp and therefore appeared more brown than anything, the fact that Adelaide could imagine the younger girl's hair dry, and her eyebrows were lighter all pointed in the same direction as to the true colour of the girls hair. Not many people those days had red hair. Wait, no. Many people those days had red hair, all those people seemed to be the Weasleys. Yes, the incredibly large family. They were all like rabbits or something, more and more children just kept coming. So, either this girl was a Weasley, or otherwise she just got lucky [or unlucky, depending on the way you looked at it], and ended up having hair colour to rival the large family's. Adelaide immediately realised as the girl introduced herself as Rose, that she had not mentioned her last name, so Addy couldn't work out whether she was a real Weasley or not.
Still, she showed no disappointment on her face as Adelaide answered Rose smoothly "Nice to meet you Rose. You're a Hogwarts student then, obviously." Again, there was that sinister smile appearing on the older woman's face. It seemed she was not able of a true, genuine smile. At least, not since her mother died when she was five. Glancing around the pub once again, Adelaide made a quiet, irritated noise in the back of her throat, but said nothing else until Rose asked her a question. In from the rain? Partly, but that was not the whole reason. "Partly, and partly not. I'm not afraid of getting myself wet, but I'm afraid the alcohol lured me inside." She gestured effortlessly to the other side of the bar, where the bottles of alcohol hung, whilst keeping her eyes on Rose. "I assume the alcohol wasn't the reason you came in here though. Where are your friends?"
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Post by Rose Weasley on Mar 15, 2008 21:16:52 GMT -5
“Yeah, I’m in my fifth year.” She said giving a small nod of her head as she looked away from the smile. It didn’t look, nor did it feel like a real smile and truthfully, it just gave her the creeps. If she hadn’t already been sitting here talking to the woman, she would risk leaving, but she also didn’t want to seem like a coward so she stayed where she was, turning back to face the woman when she spoke again. When the woman demonstrated with her hand, Rose followed with her eyes and then turned back to the woman when she had asked a question. “My friends are probably in another shop or something, trying to stay out of the rain I suppose. And no, it was not the alcohol that lured me in here…if anything it normally would keep me away from here.” Rose said, her voice confident and strong, even if she didn’t feel that way.
This woman even looked evil or menacing…the dark hair and dark eyes to match. The smirk smile and the weird freaky way she just seemed to take to Rose, unlike most people who would ignore the little red-headed book worm…she didn’t know what but for some reason Rose knew this person wasn’t exactly Miss Sunshine. Rose gave a small sigh as she glanced around, it would only be a few more orders before the bartender came to her and Miss Smiles, but already the time seemed to be dragging. That was when Rose realized the woman had yet to give her name. “Pardon me, but I told you who I was…who are you?” Rose asked innocently, not being rude or anything of the sort, simply sounding curious.
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