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Nov 26, 2015 1:50:05 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2015 1:50:05 GMT -7
Awe, Hogsmeade village. A wonderful place full of nostalgia, great smells and strong desires. Aarons main desire at this time was just to get a cup of warm butterbeer and snuggle up with it, along with having a giant smile on his face. He entered the pub, The Three Broomticks, and scanned the room for a place to sit. Since it was a Hogwarts weekend, it was rather crowded around there. He finally settled on a spot at the bar, beside a boy who seemed quite a bit younger than he. In fact, he didn't even recognize the kid which meant he had to be under seventeen, at least.
Aaron was a friendly guy, not really one for being anti-social. He gave the kid a short wave before the butterbeer was placed before him. "Enjoying the village, eh?" he asked, trying to assure with his kind smile that he only had good intentions.
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Nov 26, 2015 20:56:14 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2015 20:56:14 GMT -7
Max was like any other typical Hogwarts kid despite having been born as a werewolf... the thing that he looked forward to most about a Hogsmeade visit wasn't the Zonko's products or the time that he could spend with his friends outside of class, or even the chance to top up his supply of Honeydukes candy. It was the oppertunity to sip away at a warm, soothing and buttery butter beer.
So there Max was, a minature brunette sitting a top of a stool where his legs couldn't touch the ground as he waited for his friends to return wjth their quills and inks. Stationery shopping was never his cup of tea and so he much preferred to sit here and wait rather than shuffle about a small crowded store.
He did however follow a man's movements as he sat next to him, curious (as ever) to know just what he was up to. And even more so when he began to talk to him.
"So what if I am?"
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Nov 28, 2015 14:36:19 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2015 14:36:19 GMT -7
"Ooh, yikes," Aaron said with a small chuckle. The kid was a feisty one, so maybe it wasn't the best idea to bother him. Aaron wasn't really one to push people if they were uninterested in conversation. So he shrugged, "no matter, just making conversation," Aaron adorned a sweet smile as he turned back tot he bartender, glad that a butterbeer was placed before him. He lifted the drink, giving the bartender a little toast of sorts before taking a big swallow.
He remembered being this kids age, fourteen, maybe fifteen. He was in Bulgaria at the time and you had to be pretty callous out at Durmstrang. Still, Aaron was an all around nice guy and didn't really fit into the angst.
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