[T.Broomsticks] Early Morning Entertainment (Open)

[Lyndsay McCallen]

There was nothing like the brisk air in the morning to seriously get those sinus’ working. A lot of people called her mad for walking around the grounds at just turned six in the morning when she could still be tucked up in bed nice, snug and warm. Though Lyndsay loved the morning air, it was sharp and brisk, yet fresh. Air always smelled differently to Lyndsay in the morning or at night, and more often than not, it was the only time of day you may find Lyndz without her nose in a book. Though, nobody could call her crazy today, it was a Saturday morning around eleven. Yet the air still smelled fresh, which surprised her a little as she pulled her jacket further around herself and rushed with all haste to Hogsmeade. Not that she had anything in particular to buy, just because she wanted to spend as much time here as she could, looking around the shops and squealing in delight at anything cute, small and fluffy. A lot like Benny, but Benny had grown up now and was an adult. Her cat still lay snug in her bed back in her dorm, seriously that cat took up more space than she did, and with all her books that was saying something.

Lyndsay struggled against the wind which was blowing a gale, and if she didn’t know better she was sure it was telling her, ‘go back, go back’, but Lyndsay would not go back. If there was one thing that could be said about her, Lyndsay was stubborn, she wouldn’t do anything unless she wanted to, she was always right and god help anyone who argue otherwise. Even when she was wrong, she was right, just because she wouldn’t admit when she was wrong. Pig headed she was, but people learned to see the funny side in it. At first, it had annoyed her when people laughed when she wouldn’t back down when she was wrong, but soon found herself falling under the ‘laugh at Lyndsay’ spell and often found herself laughing at herself.

Running down the cobbled street, muttering quick ‘excuse me’s’ as she went, she soon opened the door to ‘The Three Broomsticks’ and thanked her lucky stars the heads on the door didn’t yell ‘no underage wizards allowed in today’, like they often did when Lyndsay was in dire need of a butter-beer warmup. She bought her drink and gulped it back, letting out a small ‘aahh’ before ordering another one and turning to watch the early morning fun. Though she wouldn’t admit it, Lyndsay usually came down here to watch the drunks, who were still out from the night before, getting even more drunk. Usually these were the sort of people that stayed up for seventy two hours straight, then slept for over a day before continuing their lives, filling Tuesday to Friday with work, or whatever else they did. Lyndsay let out a laugh as one of them fell over, this seriously was worth getting up in the morning for, she didn’t understand why Leigha wouldn’t want to witness this. If machinery worked in Hogwarts she would have brought her video-phone from home and videoed this just for LeeLee, but of course, machines don’t work. So she couldn’t.

She was only slightly aware of the door opening once again, letting a slight chill in the Pub, but Lyndsay was too pre-occupied laughing at the male who was trying to dance but looked more like he was doing a chicken impression. Early morning entertainment, who doesn’t love that?

[Arabelle Thomas]

Arabelle woke up with a start. It had been one of those nights where she slept so hard, but then called herself a light sleeper. She had no clue what she dreamed about, but guessed it was good, because she was still happy. Ara looked around and all of her other dormmates were still sleeping, but Ara wasn't in the mood to try and sleep. She looked at the clock... six a.m, perfect... Saturday morning, perfect. Arabelle jumped up pulled her hair up in a pony tail slipped on some boots, snatched a jacket, grabbed some money, and was out the the door.

As she looked around Arabelle decided that today was going to be a fantastic day to spend in Hogsmede. She hadn't gone in awhile, so she began to make a list of the stores in which she wanted to explore. The wind was roaring and howling, but Arabelle pushed through. She wrapped her jacket anxiously around herself as she fought to get through. Ara finally passed the sign that welcomed her to Hogsmede and gave a sigh of relief; she had made it. The wind died down a bit, but it was still whispy. Her throat was dry and lips chapped, so Arabelle was in need of a butterbeer. They always quenched your thirst and burned your throat. Just what she needed.

Arabelle wandered off for a bit trying effortlessly to find 'The Three Broomsticks'. It worked she came upon it and glanced in the door. There were so many drunks dancing and laughing, probably not even conciously aware. Ara giggled. They were hilarious, perfect for a morning spin. She went through the door praying that the door heads would keep their mouths shut and they did. Ara glanced around figuring she would see anyone she knew, but that wasn't the case. Lyndsay McCallen was seated at the bar. Arabelle had never been one for having many friends outside her own house, but when better to start. Ara took a seat next to Lyndsay and ordered a butter beer.

[Lyndsay McCallen]

Three butterbeer’s down and many more to go. Lyndsay had way too much fun watching the drunks in the bar to think of being anywhere else. One of the males, the one who was doing the chicken dance, was now trying to get one of the drunken females to dance with him, she was obviously unaware of this fact and span off into her own little day dream. The chicken dance man continued his previous chicken dance without her, Lyndsay just laughed. All he needed to do now was cluck along to the music and he would be all set.

The door opened and the brisk morning air filled the ‘Three Broomsticks’ for a brief moment and Lyndsay shivered. She no longer had her jacket, scarf or gloves on, they were folded neatly over the bar behind her. She looked at the girl who came in and vaguely recognised her, though Lyndsay usually kept to her own house and the only people she knew from other houses were the self proclaimed popular kids and those who made a fool of themselves, Prefects were known to her of course and other than her best friend LeeLee, Lyndsay usually just stuck to a good book. She really needs to converse more.

”Come for the show, too?” Lyndsay asked when the girl sat down beside her ordering a butterbeer. She looked familiar to Lyndz, and it was going to annoy her until she remembered her name. She knew it wasn’t Brooke, that was one of the self proclaimed popular kids, one of the Kennedy’s. She turned her attention back to the entertainment of drunken people and tried to think of her name, all of a sudden it hit her, like someone had smacked her full on with a stick, or just switched the light bulb on over her head. ”You’re Arabelle, right?” There was nothing like making sure you were talking to who you thought you were talking to, ”Im sorry, It’s just I have trouble remembering names of people I don’t really know.” Though there was no need for it, Lyndsay felt like she should explain.

”What brings you out here on a cold Saturday morning then?”

[Arabelle Thomas]

The chilly morning air had finally caught up with Arabelle. She was shivering like mad and her teeth wouldn't shut their stupid chattering up. That was it, maybe it was a bad idea that she had come on such a cold and windy day. Her negatives thoughts were getting the best of her. Normally Ara had a very open mind, she likes to read, so normally she can see both sides of the problem, but it did look like she was going to be the best occumpanist today. Arabelle debated in her mind how fast she could get out of there without showing her face, but that bubble was busted when the waitress called out her name and gave her the butterbeer. She couldn't leave without finishing it... could she? Arabelle took one sip and decided she wasn't in the mood for one anymore.

On the count of three Ara was going to make a run for it. One... she pushed back her butterbeer, two... she adjusted herself, so she was halfway off the stool, three... Lyndsay turned around and started talking. Crap! Arabelle wasn't going anywhere. No now Lyndsay had noticed her, there wasn't any turning back. Arabelle stuck a pretty, innocent smile on her face and spun around to look and respond to Lyndsay. She laughed and replied,"Not exactly, but i'm enjoying it!" Was she being too fake or too real? Ugh this couldn't get any harder.

Arabelle pulled her butterbeer closer to her now that she wasn't leaving and took a swig of it and Lyndsay went to talking again. Wow, this girl was good. She even knew her name. "Yep, that's me? Er... you're Lyndsay?" Ara studdered. She was pretty positive that was her name. How embarassing if she was wrong. The Lyndsay went into some explanation of why she needed her name. Arabelle really didn't care, it was just nice to have someone intrested in talking to you. "Yea, I totally understand... I'm kinda like that too." Arabelle said quickly to try and make her feel less stupid.

Then the question came. 'Why was she here'? "It's a long story, but I woke up early, nobody else was awake, I didn't feel like sleeping, so I came down here. Noticed the 'Three Broomsticks' glanced in the window, saw the drunks, could use a butterbeer... so that's what happened." Arabelle stopped to take a breath,"What about you?"