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Aug 15, 2022 5:39:07 GMT -7
Post by Alora Veda Astor on Aug 15, 2022 5:39:07 GMT -7
While she hadn't been totally sold on moving her whole life to Hogsmeade, Alora had rationalised that renting a small flat above one of the shops wouldn't be a bad idea. While she'd obviously keep her Kensington residency for the weekends and Holidays, the small flat she'd acquired above Puddifoots tea rooms would suit her nicely during the week when she just needed somewhere to crash after days teaching or nights grading papers. It hadn't taken her long to unpack the few things of necessity she'd brought with her, before she had gotten bored and decided to wander into the village. It had been years since she'd bothered coming up here. Probably her own school days, she thought with a glance around the near empty streets. With the school year not underway yet, it was only the locals that littered the streets. The village was sleeping for now. enjoying it's slumber before the buzz of students returned. Alora had felt it safe enough for now to venture to the Three Broomsticks this evening. There'd be no students hanging around to put her on edge. After ordering a glass of her favourite white wine, she took a seat in one of the outdoor tables where she could take in the sunset and the final hazy heat of the evening as it died away. Her eyes darted towards the chair her handbag lay on, thinking about the cigarettes inside. She shouldn't. She'd only been back on them since her break up. She had made a deal with herself that this was her fresh start and it wouldn't include smoking, and yet having them on the weekends, any night it wasn't a school night wouldn't be quite so bad would it? Biting down on her lip, she was glad for the break in thoughts as the wait staff brought her her overly generous size glass of wine. After a slight shift in her seat, she reached forward for the glass and settled herself in to enjoy her evening, and not think about the vices that lay in her bag. @hargus
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Aug 17, 2022 14:55:35 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2022 14:55:35 GMT -7
The sky was about to get dark, but Hargus was not sleepy at all. He was suffering from a little insomnia this day, so he was still awake doing his work in his office. He snapped his tongue, having finished writing one thing and then focusing on something that would keep him distracted, because Hargus was pretty sure he couldn’t go to sleep for the next few hours. He stared out the window, biting his lower lip, evaluating whether to go to Hogsmeade where he could get a drink. It would not be a problem, as he had done it countless times before. Having decided this, he took a couple of things before heading into the darkness and going straight to the village. On the way, Hargus could see several students returning to school "Hurry up, the curfew is almost over!" warned the professor, tilting his head and stretched out his arms, knowing that there would be a short walk to reach the village. And it was quite a surprise to see that Hogsmeade was quite empty. He wasn’t really used to it, because he had always seen it crowded and with students around. Hargus smiled nostalgically and was looking for somewhere he could have a drink, and maybe some dinner? Because he hadn’t eaten and he began to realize that he was a little hungry now. He rubbed his belly and approached the door, into which he entered silently, his cape sliding. He stayed for a few miutes at the bar, not very safe where he could sit... Until he saw a red-haired mane in which he was very familiar, she must have been Alora Astor, a colleague in whom he had vaguely interacted. Now would be a good time to interact. He gestured to the waiter to say that he was going to sit outside, where Miss Astor was "Hello Alora. I hope you don’t mind if I join you." Hargus commented, using his kindest voice. He noticed that the place was very quiet, something he liked at a certain point "I must admit that this may have its appeal, but also... It’s a little scary when no one’s here." he said, frowning. He sighed and placed the cape on his legs, to warm himself a little. He didn’t know if his colleague had ordered something to drink, so he turned his gaze to her "Have you ordered something to drink?" asked curiously, that just at this moment, the waiter appeared "I would like... A bottle of white wine, please. And something to eat, maybe a cheese sandwich." he said, not paying much attention to the waiter.
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