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Post by Ilea McGregor on Apr 16, 2008 15:44:23 GMT
Walking down the cobblestone road, the slim figured woman with curly brown hair made her way down through the little village. Her amber colored eyes scanned the shops through and through looking for a place to go or something to do, Ilea was bored out of her mind. She had the day off from work and she hated it, she loved what she did. Protecting the streets and putting criminals away, just the thrill from it made her a tad light headed thinking about it. Letting a small sigh slip from her pale pink lips, she continued on the path in front of her. It seemed that everyone she knew were either busy with their own life, or had moved away. Going out wasn't the same anymore, she missed having someone around to talk and laugh with. Well at least she keeps in contact with those who have moved away.
Stopping in front of a tavern, the lights on inside and people walking in and out the door, Ilea stood there looking through the window and then over at the sign which read 'The Three Broomsticks'. What could it hurt? Obviously not a thing and if she's lucky, she might meet some new people. Without a second thought about it, she walked up the stairs and opened the door walking in and straight to the bar. It had been months since Ilea last drank, but what could one drink do to harm her? Nothing. The bartender looked up at her as she ordered a Fire whiskey, he nodded and went off to get her drink. Pondering to herself if it was actually a good idea for her to be doing this, but she shrugged her shoulders as if she didn't care anymore.
Glancing down at the other end of the bar, she noticed someone looking at her, but before she could acknowledge them, she turned her head back towards the bartender as he came back with her drink. Sitting there quietly, she sipped on her drink and enjoyed it while she could. Her thoughts lingered up in the air as to what all she had to do over the weekend, because she didn't have to work till Monday. Hearing a bunch of hollering behind her, she turned in her chair and noticed that they were watching a Quidditch game. She couldn't make out who was playing who, but she listened and took another sip of her drink. |
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Post by Russell Haynes on Apr 16, 2008 16:06:28 GMT
Russ had closed shop for the day. After the disastrous paint job had finally dried, he was attempting to set up stands and tables but found himself distracted with the knowledge of the quidditch game showing later that day. Finding it hard to concentrate, he left the shop and headed to the three broomsticks. The bar was filled with quidditch fans and Russ had to beam at this fact. They were also his fans years back.
Taking a seat at the bar, he ordered a muggle beer, a habit I suppose. The barman gave him a mug and told Russ to give his regards to Jen, whatever that meant. Russ hadn't seen Jen since they decorated his shop and they weren't seeing each other either, they were friends... that flirted. The bell above the door chimed and a beautiful brunette walked in. He never saw her before but found himself staring at her. She glanced in his direction before turning her attention the the barman.
Suddenly the men next to him started cheering, "What happened?" he asked standing up and staring at the screen.
"Kenmare scored," The gentlemen next to him relipled.
Russ Grinned. "Woot! Told you the Kestral's were number one, Mate!"
Of course Russ would cheer for them. It was rather funny as well. Kestral's were playing the Bat's. It was Russ' team versus Jen's team. How he had to brag to her the next time they spoke. Russ rose his hand to the barman, "Her drink's on me!" he said pointing to the woman that had walked in earlier. It was a custom of Russ' to buy a woman a drink if the Kestral's scored.
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Post by Ilea McGregor on Apr 16, 2008 21:36:32 GMT
As she walked into the bar, it was swarmed with men and women standing around drinking, eating peanuts and watching the game on the big screen. Ilea had taken notice to the gentleman who just happened to be looking at her when she headed for the bar. Giving him a warm smile, she turned back to the bartender ordering her drink. It wasn't long before her drink was back and Ilea turned in her seat to watch the game herself. She was a Quidditch fan, and it showed since she had a snitch broach on her jacket. Hearing a bunch of shouting, she looked over at the guys and heard the one who was looking at her ask what happened. They made mention of the names who were playing against each other, she had an idea now who the best was and it was Kenmare.
Listening to the man's excitement, Ilea chuckled and shook her head thinking to herself "Just like a little kid at Christmas.." another smile lingered upon her lips as she looked over at him for a moment or so before glancing back up at the screen. Setting her drink on the counter, she slid her jacket off her shoulders and placed it around the back of the chair before sitting back down. It was feeling a bit stuffy inside the jacket and felt like she couldn't breathe in it. Liv went to look back at the game when she heard the man tell the bartender that her drink was on him. The only thing at that point that she could even remotely get out was "Thank you," Liv was just surprised are actually that nice. Looking from where she was sitting and where he was, it seemed that he had a better view of the game.
Since he did just buy her drink, she figured the least she could do was go talk to him. Picking her drink up from the counter and her jacket from the chair, she slid off the barstool and walked over to him placing her drink on the counter and her coat on the back of the seat and sat down. It took her a minute to gather herself, but she raised her hand in greeting "Ilea McGregor, pleasure to meet you." she smile warmly. |
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Post by Russell Haynes on Apr 28, 2008 16:33:56 GMT
((Sorry, almost forgot about this thread. And sorry if its a little short as well.))
You could say that Russ was a fan, but he'd say he was a fanatic. Quidditch wasn't just a game to this guy, it was a way of life. There was much more to flying around the quidditch pitch and tossing a ball threw one of three hoops. There was the adrenaline rush from flying, the thrills of stopping a pass or throw and the joy of knocking someone off their broom. It's a shame the man could no longer play. Quidditch was the only thing he knew. Kenmare was his team, his friends, his family. Not once did he wish to leave them but the injury caused him to stray from them so of course he was cheering for them.
The woman who's drink he had just bought was making her way over to him. He rested an arm on the bar and smiled at her as she sat down near him. She was beautiful, that was certain but she was a stranger to him. Then again, so was Jen and they had gotten along great.
She introduced herself as Ilea McGregor. It wasn't a name he had heard before, but then again, the guy came from a muggle family and the wizarding world was only a fantasy until he had turn eleven. "Russell Haynes," he replied with smug smile. Catching a shimmer off the golden snitch pin on her jacket, the smile turned to a grin. "Are you a fan of Quidditch, Ilea?" he asked her.
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