Every day discovering something brand new (Open)

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Kamillia walked into Hog’s head, the bar that was not kid friendly. Which was what she really needed right now, to get away from teenagers. It was the rich evening of a Saturday weekend; it was time for her to get away from students, and animals for just a few hours before returning to Hogwarts. While she was enjoying her job, she did get burnt out when it comes to seeing only students and animals, and maybe the stray professor. She needed something new to rejuvenate her and what better place to do so than at a bar?


Because it was early evening the bar wasn’t crowed, just like she likes. She didn’t like crowds, therefore always tried to come before other people started flocking in. She went to the counter top where the bartender was serving drinks and ordered a beer. Something simple for the time being, Kamillia was never a heavy drinker even though she did enjoy drinking. After she finished the beer within thirty minutes she asked the bartender if she could play a song on stage. He agreed, and she gave him a good tip because of it. If Kamillia hadn’t gotten a job at the ministry she would have gone on to becoming a musician. She enjoyed singing and playing the guitar, however, she knew that being a musician wasn’t a very realistic job, especially if she wanted to be financially stable.


With a swift flick of her wand, and a soft incantation she made her guitar appear in her hands. One of the workers had placed a stool for her on the stage; she moved to sit on it. Positioning herself right she smiled out the people enjoying their drinks. “This is a song from a muggle band, I hope you enjoy.” She didn’t bother to state the band name or the song name; she knew most of these people didn’t have a clue who it was anyways, so she didn’t want to waste her breath. Clearing her throat she began to sing. Once the song was over she thanked the crowd for listening to her once and proceeded to walk off the stage.

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Blaise had taken a chance and royally messed up on it. It was a Hogsmeade weekend, and he thought he would be a decent parent and wander into the town to see his children. He believed in them, that they would do their work and come out on top of their classes as was expected of the Zabini name, but he also wanted to make sure that they were doing fine. He understand the pressure that could overcome a student in their last few years at Hogwarts. Liona had already contacted him earlier in the month and updated him on her plans following graduation, and there had also been frequent communication with his son about classes and grades, yet he still felt the need to stop by the wizarding town to see for himself. It didn’t really matter how long their conversations lasted; he felt that things were better communicated through vocalization over writing. Plus he was bored beyond belief. Saturdays in the office were reserved for rookies, and those days were long past for him. To add to that, Daphne was off shooting another film somewhere in the States. Usually Blaise found himself at a small music place on Saturday nights, but going back to his old school stomping grounds was never a bad idea either.

Here was where he messed up: in all his brilliance, the letter he had written up for his children detailing his plans for the day had gotten mixed up amidst the numerous papers on his desk. He had meant to send it out via owl early in the week so as to avoid them doubling up on any plans they had. Again, all he wanted was a brief chat, maybe lunch, and then they could go on their way. It was far better than waiting to talk to them during the Second Task of the tournament as had been initially planned. So in all his brilliance, he hadn’t noticed the letter was still on his desk until well after owl hours on Friday, and now here he was, Saturday evening, sitting at a table in the Hog’s Head with a bottle of whiskey sitting in front of him. Some things never changed. All the blame was on himself, especially considering he had spent a good portion of the day wandering around Hogsmeade idly, instead of turning around and going home like he should have in the first place.

There weren’t too many people in the bar that night, and luckily they all seemed of age. He recalled that students during his time used to try and sneak in all the time. It was easy when the owner didn’t care. Money was money after all. At some point, music started, which always grabbed his attention. That made the rather dingy atmosphere of the Hog’s Head a little better. Once the woman on the stage finished her song and got up to leave, Blaise clapped lightly. Apparently he was the only one that liked it, or even cared to show any appreciation for the entertainment. Typical shady customers. Again, some things never changed. “They wouldn’t know if a bludger hit them in the face,” Blaise spoke up as he took a sip from his glass.