The Three Broomsticks[1]$2$

[Daisy Ollivander]

Daisy was glad to give her smiles. She found they made others smile and made them happy, if only for the briefest moments. Daisy wasn't typically much of a people person, but every so often she was and she loved to make people happy when she could. Hence probably why people enjoyed hanging around her when she took the notion. Theodore was in luck... Daisy didn't want to whine and blubber to him. Heck she wasn't even sure she wanted to give her worries to him... She really wasn't sure about Theodore... And yet she found herself oddly attracted... It was possibly purely physical but it was also possibly something more. But that didn't matter, considering adding another possibility would probably fry the poor girl's mind and heart. But nevermind that... An actual laugh rang out at his next words and she shook her head a little. "Not something I recommend... Sorrows don't drown well... They find their way back to you." She grinned half heartedly at that but shook those long brown locks a bit before taking another drink. Goodness she was nearing the end of her mug.

Her eyes were drawn to his face as he took another drink, but blushed a bit and looked away as her eyes met his. What the heck... This was no time for giggling schoolgirl... She pushed the heat away from her cheeks and they quickly turned back to normal color. Theo was safe for now... Daisy had her composure back in place. The smile, the bit of brightness in those eyes... The posture. Daisy was back to Daisy, or at least a strong shadow of Daisy. The light didn't dance as strongly in those gentle brown eyes but she didn't look on the verge of tears either.

A wry grin took place upon her face then and she shook her head a little. "That bad huh? I suppose you're drinking the right drink then hmm? Firewhiskey isn't it?" She had heard him order it earlier. She glanced at the barkeep and nodded with determination. She was done with her Butterbeer anyway... "Excuse me sir?" The very attentive barkeep swept over to her, and she asked for a Firewhiskey. Oh good job Daisy... Now little might Theo know but Daisy had tried alcohol one time... Only once, and it was a weaker kind... Bright idea? Probably not...

She smiled as she received the drink and placed the coins to pay for it upon the bartop. She held it up looking at the liquid with an appreciative and wary look. But finally she took a sip... A bit bigger of one than she meant to and ended up coughing and spluttering a bit. Eyes widened as she gulped it down cringing at the burning sensation and coughing a few times. Daisy earned a few amused stares from the bar area around her and even a few chuckles. She turned scarlet at this and grinned sheepishly over at Theodore. "Good stuff..." A nod was given as she looked with wide eyes at the glass.

[Theodore Nott]

Theo chuckled lightly after hearing Daisy's comment. If she only knew the truth to what Theo really did in a day. While, some of his day isn't anything but boring with reading, reasearch, and a load of questioning, the rest of his day just might surprise the young witch here. After all, as Theo's father, Julian, runs amok at the demand of another, and seeks to help someone else rise to great power, right under his eyes, his own son is up to the same antics. "Yes, this situation doesn't really call for Butterbeer.", he replied.

Theo hasn't had the best of luck as of late, though, now that's he's met up with Daisy Ollivander here, things just might be changing. It has been some time since Theodore has stopped into Ollivander's wands to visit with Daisy's brother Greyson, and that is about the only one Theo could think of to unload all of his questions of wand lore. Perhaps he could ask Daisy if her brother might set aside some time for him in the near future.

He opened his mouth to speak, ready to get to the point and ask after Greyson Ollivander, but Daisy's attention was diverted, as she was ordering a new drink. Theo's brow rose with delightful surprise as he listened to her soft voice order a Firewhiskey, Daisy certainly doesn't come across as a witch keen to any type of whiskey, this should be interesting.

The expression on Daisy's face as she regarded the beverage passed to her was priceless. For a fleeting moment the witch looked truly worried, Theo found himself mentally encouraging her to drink. He wanted to see this, see how, or if, Daisy could handle anything stronger than Butterbeer and Gillywater.

Obviously, she can't. Theo laughed, the sight of her spluttering and coughing too much for him to keep the laughter held in, though he did offer something that could be considered an apologetic grin. "Baby steps, love. One needs to crawl before they learn to walk." Theo replied, reaching into his cloak and coming out with a black, monogrammed kerchief.

Holding the cloth between pinched fingers, Theo offered it to Daisy. "I know just the thing.", he continued before turning an eye to the barkeep. As Theo does enjoy a nice glass of Firewhiskey from time to time, the wizard really perfers Wytchcraft, a lovely bottled beer. "Two bottles of Wytchcraft.", he demaned to the barkeep coldly before sliding over the gold to pay for them, and offering one of the bottles to Daisy.

"Go on. Much smoother."

[Daisy Ollivander]

Daisy smiled warmly at him, with nary a clue at what his days could have in store for him. How could she? They were certainly not close friends... But that could change... Maybe. But then again maybe not... Who knew with them? Now she likely would be surprised if she knew, but as it were, she had no clue and so just kept sitting there smiling in that rather silly manner. She nodded in agreement, setting her jaw. She would try something harsher once again. It hadn't gone over all that well the last time and she had gotten entirely loopy and out of it over one or two drinks... Lightweight she was.

Theo wasn't the only one who hadn't seen the Wand maker... Daisy hadn't seen her brother in a while either, and it was a tender spot for her... She didn't know where he was... She knew he had been having troubles with women and then he just suddenly dropped off her radar... It was true, she was rather oblivious herself, but it bugged her that she now never even ran into her brother... He was her brother for goodness sake! They both worked in Diagon Alley... They should see eachother at least a bit... But she wouldn't be thinking about this at the moment.

Daisy finally casted a glance over to Theodore, just to see his reaction to her gentle voice ordering such a strong drink... She saw his brow raise and took it almost as a challenge and grinned a little bit. Oh yes, she was going to go through with this.

And thus she did! She wasn't really one who could handle anything stronger, but she was stubborn... Determined... Eager to succeed. And thus she took a bit larger of a swallow than she should have of the stuff... It certainly was no Butterbeer! Oh how it scorched her throat as it went down, flying down hard. It was true, she couldn't drink it as simply as he seemed too, and at his chuckle, she grinned shyly looking up at him, meeting his appologetic grin. "Alright... So that likely wasn't the smartest thing I've ever done..."

She listened to his words and grinned sheepishly and nodded a little bit. "Yea... Sitting to running doesn't work quite all that well..." She grinned and nodded some, but tilted her head curiously at his actions. She accepted his kerchief and dabbed daintily at her mouth. She didn't lose much, but she mopped up the tiny bit that she did in her spluttering and coughing. Weirdly enough she had managed to get most of it down her. Right down to warm that belly quite nicely.

She tilted her head, a bit more curiosity dancing in those eyes. Apperantly Theo had quite effectively pulled Daisy out of her funk. She wondered just what he had in mind, and watched as he ordered two bottles of another unknown substance to her. Wytchcraft... She had not tried many alcohols, heck only a couple, and this wasn't one of them. She smiled as he payed the barkeep, eyeing the amount and wincing just a bit, but she smiled and accepted the bottle offered to her.

A smile still lit up her lips. Well she was certainly still determined to drink something stronger thatn Butterbeer... And thus she would open the bottle fearlessly, placing the top gently upon the bartop before raising the bottle tentitavely before tipping it back at her lips and allowing some of the liquid, just a tiny bit, to slide into her mouth. She waited for the burn she expected, but it didn't come nearly as strong as the Firewhiskey. A smile came as she swallowed the drink. "Oh... You're right, that is much better..." And she would go in for another sip a little more eagerly, but take close to the same amount as before. Ah the introductions to alcohol...

[Theodore Nott]

Theo smiled politely, nodding while Daisy dabbed at herself with his kerchief. As funny as the sight was, he refrained from further teasing the poor girl, fearing behavior like that would close the window of opportunity he spied opening. "I don't think anyone saw.", he offered softly, flicking a quick glance about. "Not that it would matter much. You're still lovelier while choking than any other here." Theo intentionally added the last bit for Daisy's benefit, then brought his sights back to her to give a charming little wink.

He joined her in drinking, taking a long pull from his bottle of Wychcraft, and pretended to be quite pleased she enjoyed this beverage more. "Mhmm... It is, and I'm glad you like it." Before setting the bottle back down, Theo quickly took another drink, and leaned toward Daisy, lowering his voice. His face held an odd expression, one that told of his desire to share a secret, though it was truly nothing but useless bits of trivia about himself. "This suits me better, too. I just drink the other stuff for appearances."

[Daisy Ollivander]

Daisy smiled in her dainty way as she dabbed herself carefully. She was just trying to be polite herself, so it was probably good Theo refrained from comment. She smiled sweetly at him before moving to fold the kerchief gently and neatly before offering it back to him. "Thank you..." His words made her smile shyly and she dipped her head gently to him, blushing quite a bit. "Thanks again... But I don't know about that..." She laughed gently in that shy manner, but he would be able to see she appreciated the compliment a lot. Her gaze would be cast about when his was, however, looking around at the others around, before returning those doe brown eyes to his.

Daisy smiles sheepishly. What the heck... Why did Theo manage this... And yet she couldn't say she minded terribly. Her heart belonged to another... So he couldn't touch that... But his compliments and companionship were greatly appreciated. She smiled warmly and bravely took a little bigger drink from the bottle, smiling at the smooth taste and the ease of which it slid down her throat. While she took the drink, she allowed her gaze to drift around the room again. Yet when she looked back to him, she shifted back suddenly just an inch or two, blinking a couple times in the surprise it gave her to see him leaning toward her. Silly reaction as he really wasn't that close... But still... She shifted back toward him again, tilting her head at the lowering of his voice and the look in his eyes. It perplexed and interested her quite a bit more than it should have... "Oh yes... It is very lovely... In both taste and how kind it is to the drinker..." She smiled warmly to him, and looked back up into his eyes once again. "Something on your mind Theodore?"

[Dinah Manning]

*Dinah enters and seats herself by the window*

*brings out a copy of 'you and your owl' and an apple and starts reading*

[Francis Eric Thorne]

Francis walked in and crossed straight to the bar. "Firewhiskey," he said, not really bothering to look at whoever was serving. Since turning eighteen, and therefore legally being allowed to drink, he'd frequented the pub whenever he came to Hogsmeade. When he wasn't with Gen, of course, and that was never enough for his taste. They were supposed to have been meeting up today, but one of her friends had collared her in the Great Hall and she'd shot him an apologetic glance as she'd been dragged away down to the Slytherin common rooms.

Instead of hanging around all day doing nothing, Franics had gone into town anyway, intent on drinking and smoking until he felt sick enough to crawl back to the castle and into bed.

The bartender handed him the glass of whiskey and Francis passed over a few coins. He wasn't exactly loaded, but he had enough money for enough drinks to make him very drunk, which was enough for him. He took the glass over to a table by the fire and sat down, pulling a pack of muggle cigarettes out of his pocket. He'd been apprehensive about smoking in here the first time he'd done it, but after seeing some of the things the older witches and wizards put in their pipes he decided a little bit of tobacco smoke really wouldn't make them any worse.

Instead of using his wand to light the cigarette, he pulled out his silver zippo lighter and flicked the catch up to activate the stream of ignited gas. It wasn't electrical, even though it was muggle, so it worked fine inside Hogwarts grounds, unlike the other gadgets he liked playing around with. Flipping the lid shut, he put the lighter back in his pocket and took a long drag on the cigarette, washing it down with a gulp of whiskey. He felt better almost straight away.

[Dinah Manning]

*Dinah had tried to read through her book more times than she could remember. Somehow she always ended up falling asleep with the book on her stomach and her mouth open. Reading in the bar didn't seem to do anything about her bad account. After half a page her brain started to go fuzzy*

*As a distraction Dinah started to scout the place for familiar faces and spotted Francis sitting by himself. Although she wouldn't say he was a friend of hers, they had exchanged words on a few occasions. Dinah found him a bit of an oddball, and seeing him smoke muggle cigarettes in plain view of everyone didn't change her perceptions*

*Desperately in need for something more entertaining to do she gathered her stuff and approached Francis*

Is it ok if I sit down?

*Sits down without giving him the opportunity to answer*

*Once seated, Dinah found that the situation fell wholly outside her range of management skills, making her instantly aware of her intrusion upon him. She searched her brain for anything she might say to him that didn't make her look like a 16 year old hufflepuff with no social antennas*

Sooo...what are you up to? And why on earth are you smoking those things?

[Francis Eric Thorne]

Francis looked up, raising his eyebrows, as some girl approached him. He vaguely recognised her from the Hufflepuff Common Room, but he didn't know her name or anything. He was about to tell her to bugger off, but she sat down before he got a chance. He sighed and lifted his drink to his lips, taking a long sip.

"Haven't you heard?" he said dryly, putting his drink down and taking another long drag on the cigarette. "Cancer is sexy." He blew the smoke out, aiming it away from her, before leaning back in his chair. He wasn't in the mood for chatting. The only girl he wished was here right now was off with her snakey friends. He was entitled to be a bit bitter. In reality, the smoking was just something he'd picked up a few summers ago from his friends back home. When he'd come back to school, he'd carried it on as a link to home. He knew it wasn't cool or clever, but he liked it, and it gave him a reason to sneak out into the grounds late at night - ever the rebel. "What do you want?" he added to the girl.

[Dinah Manning]

Jesus, I was just trying to have a conversation. You don't have to bite my head off.

*Dinah was starting to get really tired of all the cranky students at Hogwarts. She was herself pretty open minded and forthcoming but had little understanding of other people's private sphere or the fact that not everyone got instantly enthusiastic on the prospect of her company. She also had a tendency to overshare, and for some inexplicable reason there were people who didn't find this personality trait charming.*

*Her natural talent of interpreting things in her best favor won over the nagging feeling that the boy would prefer to be alone rather than spending time with her.*

Do you come here often? Today I was sitting in the common room when I realized that I have probably been sitting in the same side in the same couch for at least four years. I came here because I needed a change, and now I'm wondering if I should move to the other side of the couch when I go back again.

[Francis Eric Thorne]

Rude was Francis' trademark. Biting peoples head off just came with the territory. He wasn't a people person; at least, not here at Hogwarts. He had never really clicked with anyone, not even from his own house, until meeting Genevieve. Now, most people paled in comparison to her, and talking to this girl was just making him even more bitter about not being able to spend time with his girlfriend like planned.

He didn't quite understand why the girl was still talking to him. He thought he had made it quite clear that he wasn't up for a conversation. He took another long drag on his cigarette, following it with a gulp of whiskey, before looking pointedly at the girl. "You're actually talking to me about where you like to sit on the sofa?" he said, raising his eyebrows. That wasn't exactly conversation worthy at the best of times. "I prefer the armchair," Francis replied snarkily. "Don't get so many people bothering you when you sit alone."

[Dinah Manning]

It doesn't look like you've got anything better to talk about, but we can always talk about something else.

*by now she realizes that she isn't welcome, but she doesn't really care*

I went into the owlery today, and the birds were so loud that I almost got deaf on one ear! True story! Anyroad, my brother sent a present to my owl, a packet of millet. But I've heard that millet is for birds the same thing as cheese doodles is for people! And I'm not giving cheese doodles to my owl. Do you have an owl? Do you give him cheese doodles?

[Wyman McCalman]

*Wyman getting bored in the castle went to Hogsmeade to kill sometim e . He went to the famous pub "The Three Broomsticks"*

*He reached the door, entered the pub and found it filled with a number of people*

*he went to the counter of the pub*

Hey! A Butterbeer please!

*He collected his butterbeer and took a seat near the window. He found Dinah chatting with a senior*

Hey Dinah!

*He greeted her.*

[Roslyn Levere]

*Walks inside after Roger, a pleasant smile on her face. Surveys her surroundings, then heads for a seat somewhere in the back*

"I love being in Hogsmeade, you know? Everything reminds me of my days at Hogwarts."

[Roger Davies]

Roger walked into the familiar pub with a beautiful young woman, ordering a pair of butterbeers at the counter, and goes to join her in the back.

"Yes it does" he answered. "I actually settled here in Hogsmeade after Hogwarts"