RP: He drinks a whisky drink, he drinks a vodka drink
Date: 2 June 1998
Characters: Neville, Eloise, Ron, Harry, Hermione, Susan, Hannah, Seamus, Dean, Ginny Anyone else looking for a Friday night out.
Location: The Three Broomsticks
Status: Public
Summary: Drinking, Scar Comparisons, Possibly Mayhem involving various people. No wait, I've heard this one. A weasel walks into the Three Broomsticks.
Completion: Complete
Eloise shifted her pint of Bitter from one hand to the other and peered at Neville across the table. They'd run into each other in the dungeons as she'd been coming back from dinner and he'd been leaving Slughorn's office. Both of them were a bit tired and disgruntled, and therefore when he'd said he was headed to Hogsmeade for a few drinks at the Three Broomsticks, she'd welcomed the invitation to tag along.
She'd spent most of the day cleaning debris from one of the halls near the Astronomy tower. It was brutal, hard work, and she was glad she'd taken a shower before dinner considering that now she was in public for what seemed like the first time in a very long time. She hadn't been to Hogsmeade since her fifth year, she thought, other then passing by it when coming in and leaving on the train. It looked a bit worse for wear after the past year, but already there were signs that it was starting to revive again, and she'd even seen a help wanted sign or two in a few of the windows as they'd walked through the streets. She'd made a mental note of the shops, with the intention of maybe coming back during the week to apply for a position.
It wouldn't come too soon, either. Edward had sent her some money in his owl earlier in the week, which would definitely come in handy this evening, but she wanted to get on her own feet as soon as she could.
"You still haven't told me why you accepted his invitation in the first place," Eloise said, wiping the ring of condensation from her glass into the wood of the table. "Are you trying to block it out then?"
Characters: Neville, Eloise, Ron, Harry, Hermione, Susan, Hannah, Seamus, Dean, Ginny Anyone else looking for a Friday night out.
Location: The Three Broomsticks
Status: Public
Summary: Drinking, Scar Comparisons, Possibly Mayhem involving various people. No wait, I've heard this one. A weasel walks into the Three Broomsticks.
Completion: Complete
Eloise shifted her pint of Bitter from one hand to the other and peered at Neville across the table. They'd run into each other in the dungeons as she'd been coming back from dinner and he'd been leaving Slughorn's office. Both of them were a bit tired and disgruntled, and therefore when he'd said he was headed to Hogsmeade for a few drinks at the Three Broomsticks, she'd welcomed the invitation to tag along.
She'd spent most of the day cleaning debris from one of the halls near the Astronomy tower. It was brutal, hard work, and she was glad she'd taken a shower before dinner considering that now she was in public for what seemed like the first time in a very long time. She hadn't been to Hogsmeade since her fifth year, she thought, other then passing by it when coming in and leaving on the train. It looked a bit worse for wear after the past year, but already there were signs that it was starting to revive again, and she'd even seen a help wanted sign or two in a few of the windows as they'd walked through the streets. She'd made a mental note of the shops, with the intention of maybe coming back during the week to apply for a position.
It wouldn't come too soon, either. Edward had sent her some money in his owl earlier in the week, which would definitely come in handy this evening, but she wanted to get on her own feet as soon as she could.
"You still haven't told me why you accepted his invitation in the first place," Eloise said, wiping the ring of condensation from her glass into the wood of the table. "Are you trying to block it out then?"