Post by Jac Shaw on Jun 25, 2009 1:40:07 GMT
Jac had arrived in Hogsmeade mere minutes before she walked in through the door of The Three Broomsticks. Her apprenticeship was once again in full swing after her wedding and honeymood and, if it was possible, it had picked up in pace and was taking up more of her time. She’d decided she’d had enough for one day and that she would take the rest of the afternoon off to pop up to Scotland early. She’d hardly been back two weeks and already she was in need of a holiday. Her boss was understanding of this fact so was very forgiving and didn’t let her argue her case too long before agreeing.
Her first thought was Jackson. Most of her thoughts in the day was him, her husband. Man, it was strange and awesome to think that she had actually married and her best friend too. Could she have been more lucky? As she stepped through the door, the old wood creaking a greeting at her as an old friend might. She stood in the doorway for a second, the warm afternoon sunshine roaring in behind her, catching her currently bright red hair with the breeze blowing at her back. The next second she was pushed aside by a portly gentleman, grumbling about lazy stand-abouts as he entered. Jac shock her head, chuckling to herself as she found it hilarious how things never changed.
Quickly scanning the pub, Jac didn’t see anyone she recognised so she headed straight to the bar. It had been a while since she’d been to the pub, this specific one she’d practically lived in during her days at Hogwarts. The familiar musty, stale beer smell mixed in with age and something funny that she could never exactly pin point was all so homely. Obviously, it was nothing like the homes she had, with her parents, her sisters or brothers, or with her Jack. But still, The Three Broomsticks was always held such happy memories for her: her first taste of alcohol, the first time Grace was officially adopted by her parents … well, when they first started talking about it it was sitting at her favourite table by the window.
She pulled herself into one of the old bar chairs and smiled at Pete. It was amazing that he was still there and that he hadn’t died from either being hexed or having a heart attack. “Hiya Jackel,” he greeted her as he always did. He’d picked it up from Jac’s sister, Alona, one of the many nights the Biggerstalls had congregated in the pub for family gatherings. “Same as usual?” Jac nodded and waited patiently for her drink. There was a reason she was here and not running up to the castle to mob Jack and that was because he was still teaching. She’d practically learnt his timetable off by heart, although sometimes she did get a bit confused with who he was teaching but she did always get the when right. Like now. She had roughly an hour before he’d be free and she planned on spending that time well.
Her first thought was Jackson. Most of her thoughts in the day was him, her husband. Man, it was strange and awesome to think that she had actually married and her best friend too. Could she have been more lucky? As she stepped through the door, the old wood creaking a greeting at her as an old friend might. She stood in the doorway for a second, the warm afternoon sunshine roaring in behind her, catching her currently bright red hair with the breeze blowing at her back. The next second she was pushed aside by a portly gentleman, grumbling about lazy stand-abouts as he entered. Jac shock her head, chuckling to herself as she found it hilarious how things never changed.
Quickly scanning the pub, Jac didn’t see anyone she recognised so she headed straight to the bar. It had been a while since she’d been to the pub, this specific one she’d practically lived in during her days at Hogwarts. The familiar musty, stale beer smell mixed in with age and something funny that she could never exactly pin point was all so homely. Obviously, it was nothing like the homes she had, with her parents, her sisters or brothers, or with her Jack. But still, The Three Broomsticks was always held such happy memories for her: her first taste of alcohol, the first time Grace was officially adopted by her parents … well, when they first started talking about it it was sitting at her favourite table by the window.
She pulled herself into one of the old bar chairs and smiled at Pete. It was amazing that he was still there and that he hadn’t died from either being hexed or having a heart attack. “Hiya Jackel,” he greeted her as he always did. He’d picked it up from Jac’s sister, Alona, one of the many nights the Biggerstalls had congregated in the pub for family gatherings. “Same as usual?” Jac nodded and waited patiently for her drink. There was a reason she was here and not running up to the castle to mob Jack and that was because he was still teaching. She’d practically learnt his timetable off by heart, although sometimes she did get a bit confused with who he was teaching but she did always get the when right. Like now. She had roughly an hour before he’d be free and she planned on spending that time well.
