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Post by rhys alexander greyback on Nov 2, 2020 21:53:24 GMT -7
the same trouble in a different disguise
October 18, 2025
lily luna potter
The Three Broomsticks, this place brought back fond memories for Rhys both recent and old. It had been somewhere to go those old months and the Hogsmeade visits with his friends where they could grab a Butterbeer although they really wanted Firewhiskey as they got older. One of the boys in his year as a Slytherin student their fifth, sixth and seventh years always managed to have some at hand for clandestine weekend parties with the upper classman. The older Rhys got the more he wondered how clandestine they were really being at sixteen or seventeen, then again he supposed the professors had turned a blind eye after they had all completed their NEWTs and were set to graduate regardless. It was chill out and Rhys stuff his hands in his pockets while he walked down the familiar path, normally he was a bit more aware of his surroundings in the sense of preparedness, but months at home with the quarantine had changed a few of his habits. Some were gone, some changed and of course some new ones.
One habit never changed, a drink. It was also the visiting weekend for the eligible students from Hogwarts and the paths were crowded with students brandishing their house colors. There was the yellow of Hufflepuff, the blue of Ravenclaw, the red from the Gryffindor's and the all too familiar Slytherin green. It seemed that as time went on there were less and less familiar faces, although there were a handful of students he knew through his younger siblings and they'd recognize him or even some Professors he used to know in his own school days or used to work with. It also happened that typically werewolves all became acquainted in some way especially when his sister brewed potions for them. Rhys entered the pub, it was loud with the waves of students and professors taking a break this visiting weekend.
Walking to the bar he ordered his usual whiskey, double and looked around for an open place to sit for a moment. Rhys never knew when the students were visiting the village but he had an uncanny ability to accidentally time his own visits, which while inconvenient due to the crowds was also convenient because he would bump into his siblings or old friends. Squeezing in-between crowds of small, what he assumed to be, third years he saw an open chair at a small table and sat in it before really realizing who was sitting around him. As he got his bearings and he looked to his side at the occupant of the other chair he was met with brilliant green eyes and fiery red hair. Without skipping a beat his brain immediately went to Weasley as he had been in school with some of the elder Weasley children. But, not just any Weasley--a Potter. "Oh, hey Lily."
Rhys was acquainted with the youngest Potter as she was usually found with his brother Adrian, even after he had moved and come back to the UK and chosen not to use the Greyback surname as his other siblings had--a small point of contention but regardless. Again, he found his timing was impeccable and he found himself greeting his younger brother's girlfriend and also fellow werewolf. Again, another point of contention between his brother and himself. Why would you put yourself in the possible crossfire of Harry Potter and the Weasley clan but it had been a few years now and they were all alive and physically well. Rhys looked around again, "No Adrian today?" He asked. Although he did love his younger brother they got along as well as you could imagine a Gryffindor and a Slytherin might, so they didn't keep in touch as often as they probably should have even when he had moved to the States.