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Post by Roslyn Levere on Jun 28, 2010 14:47:55 GMT
*Roslyn pushed open the doors of the pub, slipping in silently trying to refrain from drawing attention to herself.* It wasn't hard, considering all the noisy wizards around, *Making her way agile and swiftly through the closely knit bodies, Roslyn slid into a seat at the bar. Ignoring the faces around her, as they blended together it seemed.* That's how things were in present days for her. Simply blending into one confusing mess. How strange it seemed how the line between one person and the other had all but disappeared.
"Fire whiskey, please. " Even in her worse days, Roslyn had never drink anything too heavy nor more than she could handle. Drinking didn't solve anything, or make her problems go away. But she was a new Roslyn these days. And damned it all, if the alcohol didn't at least dumb the pain. *Placing her head against her hand, Roslyn stared ahead with a detached feeling. No expression on her face.* Nearly all the strings which had bound her to the world, had died along with her Grandparents. There was one source alone, keeping her from floating away completely. Filled with such a purity, which was rare. But he wasn't here right then, and there was no one Roslyn felt attached to nor inclined to care for.
"Thank you." *Her tone itself was monotone, making the words sound insincere as she grasped the cool glass of Fire whiskey.* But Roslyn couldn't bring herself to care. *Raising the glass to her lips, she quickly downed the liquid. Immediately feeling the searing in her throat.?*
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Post by Bill Weasley on Jul 1, 2010 16:22:15 GMT
Bill sighed as the noise in the pub steadily rose as it's inhabitants got more and more drunk, he had a feeling that there would be a fight or two outside after last orders, but then again that wasn't his problem. All he wanted was a nice quiet drink before a long boring night where he had to keep his wits about him.
He took a long drink of his mead and set the goblet down just as he heard a females voice, a voice that sounded bored and if his hearing was in-tune, sad. Glancing around, Bill spotted the owner of the voice straight away, sitting only a few seats up from where he sat with her head in her hand.
Taking another swig of his mead he turned towards her, the scars on his once handsome face looking ghastly in the dim light of the pub. He smiled at her in a friendly way.
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Jul 1, 2010 16:38:16 GMT
First instinct was to ignore the bloke who spoke, as Roslyn wasn't quite certain who he was talking to at first. *Glancing up in spite of herself, her eyes met those of the stranger.* His were kind, gentle and warm.... in a way they reminded Roslyn of Neville's, but different for obvious reasons. *Roslyn forced a smile* "Beauty doesn't necessarily inspire happiness.." She knew the man was only trying to be kind, and so Roslyn tried to make her smile a bit more sincere.
*Reaching up to tuck a lock of hair behind her ears, Roslyn turned her stare to the empty cup of whiskey* Well normally she wouldn't allow herself to get intoxicated- in front of people for that matter, but then she didn't drink Whiskey on any other occasion either. Besides it didn't matter who the man was, she was an adult. Quite able to do as she pleased. Before Roslyn could get the words out, the bartender poured another. "You looked like you could use another, luv." *Nodding in agreement, Roslyn smiled gratefully.* "Keep them coming, won't you?"
*Momentarily forgetting the man beside her was still there, Roslyn turned an sheepish expression on her face* "Please excuse my manners... you haven't exactly caught me at my best.." *She let out a short laugh*
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Post by Luna Lovegood on Jul 21, 2010 23:40:07 GMT
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Romilda Vane
Hogwarts Alumni
Welcome Witch 
I fly away with Death every day, does that intimdate you?
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Post by Romilda Vane on Aug 14, 2010 20:44:01 GMT
-Romilda walked in, hair hanging over her shoulder and preparing herself for a decent night. It was casual day for her at Mungos, so she didn't worry about going home to change out of her outfit. Instead she'd decided she needed a drink. There'd been so many appointments today and she was overly swamped. She needed to relax.- -taking a seat at the bar, Romilda Vane ordered a firewhisky. Usually she wasn't the type of girl to down one of those, but she wasn't in the mood for a white wine or any other type of fancy drink.- |
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Post by Lorcan d'Eath on Aug 16, 2010 21:21:31 GMT
*Walks in, his black cloak pulled up high around his cheeks*
*Crosses to the bar, leaning his elbows on the polished dark wood*
Vodka... straight.
*Licks his lips, more hungry than thirsty*
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Post by Venus Tamwell on Aug 24, 2010 2:02:21 GMT
*After a leisurely stroll around muggle London Venus decided to stop by the nearby pub for a drink. Pulling open the door she stepped inside the Leaky, scanned the room and walked up to the bar. Choosing a seat near the end she pushes back the black hood of her cloak and ran a hand through her dark hair. Venus scans the room again not seeing any familiar faces and sighs. After what she did to Zero, she prayed no one would ever recognize her. She turns to the bartender and nods.*
Something strong...if you don't mind...
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Post by Lorcan d'Eath on Aug 25, 2010 20:29:47 GMT
*After a leisurely stroll around muggle London Venus decided to stop by the nearby pub for a drink. Pulling open the door she stepped inside the Leaky, scanned the room and walked up to the bar. Choosing a seat near the end she pushes back the black hood of her cloak and ran a hand through her dark hair. Venus scans the room again not seeing any familiar faces and sighs. After what she did to Zero, she prayed no one would ever recognize her. She turns to the bartender and nods.* Something strong...if you don't mind... *Glances sidewards at the dark haired witch at the bar beside him* *Hands a coin to the barman as he pours the vodka before beginnng to tend to the woman's request* *Laces his fingers around the rim of the small vodka glass, swirling the crystal clear liquid* Evening... *Speaks softly in his velvety, deep voice, his eyes still on the dark haired woman* |
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Post by Venus Tamwell on Aug 26, 2010 4:21:01 GMT
*Venus' ears twitched as she heard a voice speak to her. Her green eyes shifted from the bar to where the velvety voice had come from. Her eyes traced over his face, widening a bit as they ran over his long hair. A warm smile turned up the corners of her lips.*
Evening sir.
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Post by Jolie Fier on Aug 26, 2010 12:20:13 GMT
*Jolie has been... utterly confused. She hasn't had a clue lately what she's supposed to be doing, and has felt more lost in her own head than anything else. She wishes she had something to do, or at least someone to talk to.* *So, she floos into the Leaky Cauldron, wearing something to match her mood. She takes a seat on the other side of the dark-haired woman and addresses the barman.* Anything. |
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Post by Lorcan d'Eath on Aug 26, 2010 19:05:08 GMT
*Glances past the dark haired woman at the blonde who had just arrived*
*Chuckles softly to himself, glancing across at the barman*
The ladies are really making you work tonight with all this guessing.
*Smirks, his gaze moving back to the women*
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Post by Venus Tamwell on Aug 30, 2010 14:21:41 GMT
*Venus sturned back to the bartender as he sat down her drink and something for the blonde next to her as well. She picked up her glass, sniffed it and tossed it back. Setting the glass back down she lowered her head for a moment as the strong liquid began to course through her veins, all the while knowing that the man was still staring at her. Lifting her head, she nodded at the bartender for another. Still keeping silent she moved her eyes to rest on the witch, gasping sftly as she recognized who it was. She had seen the file before. A grin came to her lips as the thought of her plans came to mind. But for now they would have to wait. For now, she turned her gaze back to the man on her other side.*
"And how fair you this evening sir?"
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Post by Lorcan d'Eath on Aug 30, 2010 17:42:02 GMT
*Smiles, sipping his vodka*
Oh, very well.
*Smirks watching the dark haired woman's face, sensing that she knew the blonde*
Although I'm intrigued as to why you need a strong drink...
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Post by Jolie Fier on Sept 2, 2010 1:32:37 GMT
*She feels the dark-haired witch's eyes on her, and she fights down a smile. I should start charging people to look. Maybe then I'd have a more lucrative source of income than my family's money.*
*She takes a drink from the glass set down in front of her, and stares forward, trying to sift through the tangled mess of thoughts running through her head, and doing a little bit of eavesdropping, as well. She doesn't make it obvious that she's listening, and isn't doing so too intently. But hearing the conversation between the witch and wizard is helping to distract her, and she's thankful for that.*
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Post by Venus Tamwell on Sept 7, 2010 3:45:00 GMT
My reasons...for needing such a drink are my own. Sometimes, after a long stressful day you just need to kick back, relax, and drink.
*she picks up the second drink the barkeep had set down and sips it. Running a had through her dark hair she sits her half empty glass down.*
With all that's going on out there, people just need to sit back and relax sometimes, or lose there heads to madness. Then where would we be...One Gilderoy Lockheart running around is enough.
*Venus kept her gaze on the man, wanting ever so much to turn around and pull the blond aside for a nice...chat. But she played it cool. She would wait for her to leave and follow her. For now she'd keep drinking and chatting, waiting for the oprotune moment.*
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