Post by Erys Grace on Jul 5, 2008 4:31:10 GMT
It had been a while since Erys Grace was back in Hogsmeade, and she found the lack of attendance shocking. Why hadn't she taken a few excursions with the heaping amounts of free time she possessed? With her already graduated and staying back a year to focus solely on the Dark Arts and a few little classes at the side, why not have some fun and time to yourself just shopping? She found the lack of more.. Shadowed, stores, lets say, also surprising. Sure, Knockturn Alley was the particular hot spot for that kind of thing, but there was no hurt in having a secret one in operation smack dab in the middle of Hogsmeade. Smiling to herself, the Slytherin knew if she wasn't about to become a professor, or apprentice, at Hogwarts, she'd definitely start her own shop. God knew she had the money for it, and the talent, not to mention the knack for bad things.
Thinking this as she entered The Three Broomsticks, Erys hopped up at the bar, rapping her palm against the table as she looked around for the bartender or a waitress. "Hello?" She questioned, voice dulled by annoyance. "Service here is terrible." She muttered after a long while of waiting, instead whisking her wand and summoning a butterbeer over. It shot towards her, spilling a liquid trail as it went, screeching to a half mid-air before getting any sticky, wet substances on her. Smirking, the Slytherin gathered it in her hand, taking a healthy swig before gently placing it back down.
Eighteen this year. That left her as the oldest Slytherin still technically a 'student' at Hogwarts. The thought caused a ripple of satisfaction to slither within her. Think of all the dastardly things she could do--under raps of course, wouldn't want them to not hire her or anything--before becoming an official member of the school's faculty. Her hazel eyes burned green at the delicious prospect of it, and Erys couldn't help but grin to herself for a while. Not long enough to make her look unseemingly stupid, sitting there smirking to herself like a retard. Hoisting herself up further and sitting cross-legged, she cast her eyes around the room, searching for a familiar face not to beckon them over but to simply identify. It was useful to know if you had any allies nearby, in case one ran into trouble. Then again Erys was perfectly capable of handling herself.[/color]
Thinking this as she entered The Three Broomsticks, Erys hopped up at the bar, rapping her palm against the table as she looked around for the bartender or a waitress. "Hello?" She questioned, voice dulled by annoyance. "Service here is terrible." She muttered after a long while of waiting, instead whisking her wand and summoning a butterbeer over. It shot towards her, spilling a liquid trail as it went, screeching to a half mid-air before getting any sticky, wet substances on her. Smirking, the Slytherin gathered it in her hand, taking a healthy swig before gently placing it back down.
Eighteen this year. That left her as the oldest Slytherin still technically a 'student' at Hogwarts. The thought caused a ripple of satisfaction to slither within her. Think of all the dastardly things she could do--under raps of course, wouldn't want them to not hire her or anything--before becoming an official member of the school's faculty. Her hazel eyes burned green at the delicious prospect of it, and Erys couldn't help but grin to herself for a while. Not long enough to make her look unseemingly stupid, sitting there smirking to herself like a retard. Hoisting herself up further and sitting cross-legged, she cast her eyes around the room, searching for a familiar face not to beckon them over but to simply identify. It was useful to know if you had any allies nearby, in case one ran into trouble. Then again Erys was perfectly capable of handling herself.[/color]
