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Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2015 16:50:23 GMT -7
drink with me
to days gone byeThe cold grey of dusk had descended on the village of Hogsmeade. The days were growing longer, it was true, but daylight was still at a premium. Royal’s mother still expected him to tell her if he planned on staying out after dark. If he had been in any other situation, he might’ve protested, but despite the time that had passed, Royal was still feeling very vulnerable. It would be easy, too easy, for his life to end. All it took was two words, and then – he stopped the train of thought before it could go any further, and ducked into the dimly lit warmth of The Three Broomsticks. He smiled at the bartender and offered polite waves to whomever cared to greet him, but all in all, the crowd was an anonymous humdrum who still, for some reason, remembered the Minister’s son. Ex-Minister’s son.
Royal sat himself at a table near the center of the room; he always found it silly when people tried to hide in corners of bars. It was much easier to get lost in a crowd, especially on a day like today – the cold frigidness of the night, combined with the fact that it was Saturday and no one in their right mind (except for him, of course) worked on Sundays drew a large crowd. Resting his chin on his hand, Royal smiled appreciatively as he was brought a butterbeer. Carefully, he unspooled a roll of parchment and dipped his quill into ink, as was customary for him when he had free time. For the first time, though, Royal actually had something to write. His quill skated across the paper in long, smooth strokes. Outside, the dusk was turning into night, with no one to bear witness to the dying of the light.
VICTOIRE APOLLINE WEASLEY