[T.Broomsticks] Butterbeer Bounty (Blakely)

[Bryn Kennedy]

First week back in school had been a blur for the Gryffindor as he walked down the rather empty and quite cold streets of Hogsmeade. Bryn slowly rubbed his left eye as he yawned. It was still quite early and he didnt really have much on until later when he said he would meet Brooke and plan a silly trick or seven. Of course, he had to be careful now, but having this status wouldnt stop him from doing the things he liked, like playing jokes on Slytherins. He could easily say it wasnt him if asked, afterall, Veritaserum was forbidden to be used on Students and though Bryn was a trickster, he wasnt one to lie.

Walking down the cobbled stone street, he gazed into the Quidditch shop and thought about buying Ali a new broom. Well, if he could have afforded it, maybe a mini toy one to let her know how happy he was she made the team. Walking in the store, he took a nosey around and picked up a small broomstick. "Wow, the classic Nimbus 2000" He said to himself, "I didnt even think they made these anymore, let alone mini toy ones." As he opened his hand and laid his palm flat, the broom sped off and zoomed around the shop, "Whoa! Calm down little broom!" He laughed as it circled the room and then came back to land flatly on his palm. Walking over to the book section, he bought her a book of "Hogwarts Quidditch Heroes" and flicked through it, obviously Harry was in it, and surprise surprise, James was too. Walking to the counter, he bought the two items for Ali. Saying a thankyou, he walked out of the store and began back down the street.

"Now's the time I could use a butterbeer."

So, heading further down the street, he pushed open the door, glad the heads didnt tell him no underage wizards were allowed in today and took a look around the empty pub. Thankful it was quiet as he walked to the bar. Ordering a butterbeer from a firery red-headed girl, he gave a soft kind of smile before walking to a table near a window and sitting in a booth, placing the bags on the table and his butterbeer next to them. Closing his eyes for a moment as he let out a sigh. The only thing now he couldnt wait for was snow, Bryn was a big kid when it came to snow, many a time him and Brooke had caught colds through playing with snow. He watched the world slowly pass him by as he sat in the three broomsticks, sipping his drink and looking out of the window. The only time he looked away from the window was when he heard the door open and, like usual, curiosity getting the better of him, he had to look to see who it was.

[Blakely Wilson]

New Year, New Subjects, New Friends, New First Years, New Slytherins... everything was all new now that the new school year had started. Blakely was a sixth year. She never ever thought in the all the magic she would ever make it this far. Although her nightmares just get worse, Blake won't ever give up on getting sleep or surviving.

Blakely had woken up earlier than usual this morning. Around three she began to hear noises, her nightmares hadn't been that bad last night and seemed as if she got about an hour or two of sleep. Smiling to herself Blake got up at four, took a shower, put on some clothes, and sneaked out of the Common Room. Tip-toeing through the corridors Blake couldn't believe herself. The school year had just started and she was already breaking the rules; not staying up to late, but leaving too earlier. Giggling at her observation Blakely slid through the oak doors and out to explore Hogsmede.

Now it was about five o'clock. Still a bit earlier for Blakely. She had skipped into The Three Broomsticks for some coffee. Took a sip, thanked the waiter and left again. Blakely walked around under the grayish blue sky that was lighting at every second. She walked into Honeydukes, maybe some candy would wake her up. Looking around it seemed that they were having a big sale on Javeling Jellies; Noah's favorite. Blake grabbed a couple handfuls and stuffed them in a bag along with some Pepper Imps and Berty Botts Every Flavored Beans. She figured Noah would want some. She picked every color of Javeling Jellies out except for the blue ones and ate them herself.

She felt a bit more awake, but Blakely needed something else, something more. Leaving Honeydukes, she took a seat on a nearby bench. Thinking hard on what would help her it came to her in a flash. "Butterbeer ought to do it!" Blake exclaimed as a lightbulb went off in her head. She jumped up and ran to The Three Broomsticks for the second time today.

The door to the cozy bar donged as Blakely walked through. She watched as usual as some of the townspeople turned to look at who it was. She smiled to the familiar ones, but there were a few she didn't recognize; including a boy about her age. Ignoring figuring she didn't have a good reason to talk to him she went up to the bar, said hello to the waitress with fiery red hair and ordered a butterbeer.

[Bryn Kennedy]

Well personally Bryn thought it was rude that a student ignored him, especially when he was the only other student in the room right now. The rest were adults who were just chattering among themselves, but Bryn wasnt one to talk to someone first usually, especially if they ignored him. One could say he was a rather stubborn mule but he couldnt help it, most of the Kennedy's had the stubborn gene in them, but it seemed to run stronger in Bryn than any of the others. As his eyes scanned the girl at the bar who seemed to be paying him no attention whatsoever, he vaguely recognised her as Blakley Wilson. A slight lopsided smirk graced the boys features, he should make a joke or something, that he was taking points off her for ignoring him yet he didnt think she would find that in the least bit amusing.

"Turn up the music!" Came a shrill yell from somewhere to the left of him. Looking up rather disgruntled he saw a man and a woman who clearly had too much drink as they were trying to dance to some song Bryn didnt recognise. The woman caught his eye and held her hand out to him but Bryn shook his head, "No thanks, I dont dance if I can help it." His welsh accent coming through thickly which he doubted she would understand in her highly intoxicated state. Though she seemed to realise that he didnt want to dance and carried on with her partner. Seriously, wasnt it too early to be this drunk? He thought about the Club Motion and what had happened last time he was there, another smirk graced his face as he remembered both Brooke and Cairo trying to get him to dance, but to no avail. Bryn and dancing was a very bad combination.

He was about to call it quits when he drained the last of his butterbeer and went to stand up. Yet it didnt seem he was getting out of here undamaged as the woman flew into Bryn, stumbling back a few paces, he managed to keep hold of her, but unfortunatly her firewhisky had emptied itself all down his leg. "Great" He mumbled, just what he needed right now to look like he had wet himself or something. "I am so sorry, sir!" Came her drunkern voice, and Bryn visably winced at being called sir, not something he liked, being told he was old. "Its fine, and im no sir im Bryn." He told her through clenched teeth as she seemed reluctant to let him let her go. Though after around five minutes, the female got off him and apologized once more, much to his dismay as he walked over to the bar beside Blakely and asked for a towel.

His eyes were hard and he was clearly not enjoying this at all, as he pulled himself onto the barstool, putting the things he had bought for Ali on the bar. He began to dab at his leg and was quite surprised just how warm the liquid of firewhisky was. What had possessed him to come in here, he would have been safer in the Hogs Head, not to mention he would have been able to have a decent conversation with Warren. Looking up at Blakely, he gave a smirk which looked pained, sort of like he was trying to scowl but he couldnt quite stop himself from laughing. "It's not funny you know." He said as the laughter came out and he began to dab his leg once more. The waitress asked if he wanted another butterbeer while he waiting for his leg to dry, nodding he thanked her. He had seen Blakely around and knew she hung around mostly with Noah, Bryn couldnt say he'd held a conversation with any of them, Bryn had a stranger group of friends really, and one of them he was sure had a deathwish. Of course, he wasnt sure if she was talking to him now, after that prank he pulled last year and she had accidentally gotten caught in it. "Bryn Kennedy, in case you didnt know." He didnt bother to add the part about how he liked to play pranks on people, when you thought of the Kennedy's, pranks came right to mind, though with him being a prefect, he had to be more careful than usual.

[Blakely Wilson]

It had been a long morning. Blakely felt that she might as well just fall to the ground at this very instant. Her eyes just wouldn't stay open. She squinted around the room to see if any new faces had shown, but to her surprise only a few minutes had gone by. This was going to be a long day. It hadn't even reached six o'clock yet. Blake grumbled to herself and still noticed the boy sitting across the bar. She began to curse herself for not going and talking to him, but he was a face she didn't recognize and it could be dangerous. Blakely giggled, how much more lame could she get. Of course he wasn't dangerous, but who knew.

Blakely took a few more gulps of her butterbeer before it totally dissolved and the waitress brought her another one without even asking. This woman knew her better than she knew herself. Blake muttered a soft thanks and then woman just blew it off with a 'Don't mention it'. Blake had had a rough night, morning, and most likely soon to be day. What more could she get herself into. Her eyelids finally let up and she was able to see the room clearer. The boy had finished his butterbeer and was getting ready to leave and a drunk couple were so called dancing in the middle of the asile. They shrieked for them to turn the music up and asked the boy to dance. He answered with a quick 'no' and Blakely found it odd. She stretched her back and shouted,"You don't dance?" She didn't think he'd answer her, but it was okay to try.

The woman excused herself from him and began dancing again to the very loud music. She held a sloshing firewhisky in her hand as she took a few sips she rammed straight into the mysterious boy who had gotten up to leave. Blake couldn't stand but give a laugh... the boy hadn't looked better in his life. He cursed a bit and walked over to the barstool next to hers. He declared it not funny and Blake shut her mouth quickly. "Sorry!" Blakely murmured so he could barley here it. The waitress gave him a few rags and he began drying himself rid of the sticky substance.

He looked at her with eyes as if she had just commited the worst crime. Blake knew she'd blown it when she walked in without making notice of him, but hey who was he to blame her. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eyes as he cleaned himself. Apparently his name was Bryn Kennedy. Blakely straightened up and answered,"Blakely Wilson... need a hand?" The waitress, that knew Blake really well this morning, threw her a towel and Blakely held it out in front of her, with her eyebrows perked, waiting for him to accept her help or deny it, which gave her the chance to run.

[Bryn Kennedy]

Up to now, Bryn could quite happily just curl up and go to sleep. He had spent the morning shopping, something which he hated to do, and now came into the Three Broomsticks for a quiet drink and some R&R, obviously he wasnt going to get any since the music was blaring and drunkern people were hammering on at him, their breaths smelling of stale cigerettes and alcohol, almost making him heave and making little sense what so ever. He began to debate going to the Hogs Head, at least Warren would make sure he wasnt being hounded. Bryn wasnt dangerous unless he was provoked, he had a nasty temper though usually it only flew in very dire situations. He tended to just get people back a lot of the time by humiliating them in his pranks. However, the last person he humiliated, purely accidentally for he had not meant Cairo to get caught in his trap, she still wasnt talking to him.

The drunken woman was trying to get Bryn to dance, his pale blue eyes awash with annoyance, one he didnt dance, two he didnt dance with drunken people who stood on his feet and fell all over him. He heard Blakely's shout of 'You dont dance?' from over the other end of the room, but he couldnt answer back due to having trouble trying not to inhale the foul stench which was coming off this woman. She was becoming an annoyance now to Bryn, though with her clutching tightly to his hand, he couldnt pull back in case she fell over and broke her neck, which wouldnt at all surprise him.

Finally. She let go of him. As he backed off slowly, she rammed into him again, causing her firewhisky to spill right down his chest and legs, Bryn cursed loudly and looked at the woman who just giggled and said something highly innapropriate, he scowled and walked back to the bar, Blakely was sat there laughing, well he was glad someone was finding this amusing. "Dont worry about it." He said simply as he began to dab himself down with a towel, "It could have been worse."

He looked up at her when she answered him and just shrugged. "Nice to meet you, although it would have been better if I wasnt dripping in Firewhisky." He spoke as he patted the towel at his chest, his shirt soaked through and clinging to him. "Sure, if you want." His answer was dismissive, he wasnt really bothered if she helped him or not, but since she had the towel in her hands, she may as well help him. The waitress brought him over another butterbeer, apparently free of charge, he glanced sidelong at the woman who was looking at him, giggling. "Drunken moron." He mumbled to himself.

[Blakely Wilson]

The sun was coming up, but only just barely. Blakely was more of a sunshiney person, but the morning chill was fine too. Occasionally Blake found the drunken bastards and bitches amusing, but she'd never seen them act like this. It was very rude and inconsiderate when they dump their alcoholic crap all over you. Although it wasn't happening to her, Blakely still felt bad for Bryn. As she looked at him she held the rag tightly in her hands. She made a quick eye adjustment and looked Brynn Kennedy over. He was cute, manly, of course a Gryffindor, and had beautiful eyes. Blake was happy that they were going to become friends!

Blakely smiled and her eyes glittered. As he walked back over and said he could care less if she helped him. Well it was pointless for her not, because she was already carrying a rag, so she replied,"Well i'm going to!" She lifted her finger and turned it in a circular rotation slightly above his head,"Now turn, because it's better if I clean the back of your shirt, so it doesn't get awkward..." That seemed to go okay. She didn't mind cleaning his frontside, well at least his knees or something, but anywhere else would be just a bit weird. She giggled in her head at that.

Bryn joked about it being worse and Blakely smirked,"Of course it could have been, but this is pretty bad!" Blakely remarked as she dabbed at the back of his shirt. "Ha I think you pulled it off real well, because I would have probably started cursing at the lady, so hmm... not quite Hufflepuff behavior, probably shouldn't of said that." Blakely felt a bit ashamed talking like that about herself. She was proud to be a Hufflepuff, but never managed to realize why she was put there. Of course she wasn't exactly brave, quite loyal, friendly, not so open minded, and had a temper... quick turn there. She fit everywhere except Ravenclaw, but not much of a Gryffindor either.

Coming back to reality, Blakely glanced upward from the shirt. What a morning! "And the same to you! But I think your new fashion statement is quite intresting... but I don't think i'll be joining you..." Blakely joked as she turned slightly pink. Blake heard Bryn mumble something under his breath and a tiny smile perked from her lips, he couldnt' be that bad.