[Hogsmeade] The Mystics Dream

[tirabanges]

It had been a week long bender of booze fulled fun since Tira had come back from a month long trip from France, getting up to all sorts of mayhem and somehow managing to hitch to Amsterdam before travelling back to Hogsmeade. It had been a good few days before she had managed to actually get back home from Amsterdam and shower, making her smelly and her makeup was completely smudged from all the antics, the kissing, the booze and the laughter. This was what she lived for, and she could never see herself settling down with anyone and actually calming down her crazy exterior.

Now here she was again, in the Hog’s Head, hunched over her three fire whiskey’s, two in which were empty and were ready to be refilled. Deciding enough was enough, she swiped at the fire whiskey in a drunken daze, almost knocking it off the end of the bar completely before chugging it back and pushing herself off her seat and pulling at her backpack.

“Y’alright, I, shall erm...see ya later” she said to anyone with her raspy voice to whoever would listen as she walked out of the door a bit tipsy. Tira was a typical customer of the Hog’s Head, and preferred the place to the Three Broomsticks, the people were more her sort and she liked the griminess of the place compared to the squeaky clean image of the alternative. It had a Hogs head on the board outside, who wouldn’t love it?

Letting the door fall back on itself, she turned and looked at it as if it had just thrown her out by her ear before scoffing at it. She began to walk still stink eyeing the door as she bumped into someone while throwing her backpack over one shoulder.

“Oh Jesus, I’m sorry” she slurred.

[Prof Grace Marks]

Grace had been having a wonderful day, visiting Dax at his little cabin on the grounds and meeting his little sister and her little friends. It had been such a lovely lunch that Grace had ended up spending much more time there then she had planned. It had meant to be a simple coffee but it had turned into a lunch and afternoon tea. It had been so lovely to see Dax again after not having seen him for so long. At least someone from her past was still around.

Alice and her friends were adamant that they had to leave so Grace decided to take her leave too. Grace had kissed Dax lightly on the cheek and waved goodbye as she made her way back to Hogsmeade. As she did she was reminded of the coffee she had promised Cook and Sianna before she had left. She felt dreadful for having left it so long but she quickly darted into Madam Puddifoot's and got three coffees for the three of them. Even though grace had promised these hours ago she was certain that they would still be appreciated.

Grace hurried out of the confectionery store and was greeted by a backpack being swung at her. Grace managed to avoid being hit but the tray that she was carrying the three coffees on was knocked, throwing the contents all over her white blouse. A look of pure shock and horror slowly crept onto the blond woman's face as the hot liquid was soaked up by her blouse, and the ruffles on it.

Grace stood for half a minute at least, unable to force herself to look down and see the damage. She just stood there, mouth open, her blue eyes on the dark head of the woman who had bumped her. She had just spent eleven sickles on those coffees and - as she very soon discovered - they were fresh and piping hot.

"O gosh!" Grace exclaimed weakly, "o Merlin's pants!" She had finally looked down. The whole of the front of her blouse was turning a watery brown colour, her sandy-coloured skirt had spots of the spint coffee on it and her boot - they would be fine! That was at least something. Grace finally conceded to the notion that she had messed everything all down herself. And she had tried so hard not to mess on herself all through her lunch!