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Post by yaxley on Dec 31, 2010 0:39:35 GMT -6
  Rosemary Arlene Yaxley had moved out of her lovely family mansion the moment she got a job and was able to support herself. Now, she stayed in a beautiful cottage in Hogsmeade. Obviously she wasn’t able to pay the rent by herself but it was no coincidence that the old lady who wanted to rent out the cottage had a rather attractive looking grandson who looked after her. A few winks, touches and a couple of dates later, Rosemary had herself a very good deal for the cottage. Of course, the bloke came around every few weeks and Rosemary obliged him to a certain extent. Until she didn’t need him any more.
Right now though, she was in Diagon Alley. Hogwarts had started and the streets weren’t as crowded the last time she was here with Raleigh. It was lunch hour though and people were slowly streaming out of the various establishments and looking for food. It was the same thing for Rosemary. Except she didn’t have a lunch partner today. He’d been assigned to Egypt for some training assignment. Rose had gotten to know that she was most likely heading towards Italy. Did they have treasure there? Maybe they did. As long as she broke the enchantments on those ancient artefacts so no one got cursed when they handled it, she was good at her job.
A logical choice to go was to head towards The Leaky Cauldron but Rose wanted to go somewhere less popular today. There was a newly opened café/bar near the entrance of Knockturn Alley. She was going to go there. She might meet some Death Eaters there. Who knew? No one opened a shop near Knockturn Alley in the middle of a war unless they needed information of sorts. Maybe there would be some unsavoury types in there. Merlin knew she needed some excitement after being cooped in a room with those ugly goblins. Ah, there is was. At least it didn’t look run down and dirty. Rosemary pushed the door open, hearing the tinkling of a bell.
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Post by dung on Jan 1, 2011 14:35:14 GMT -6
 THE TRUTH COMES OUT IN THE BREAKDOWNS( • M E M O R I E S M Y G O D T H E S E M E M O R I E S • )Mundungus Fletcher had long been awaiting this. The perfect spot for a bar in his opinion! Right between Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley. He was always being told to go into the other while he was in one, what could they do if he was in the middle? Nothing! And that was the beauty of the pub, the perfect location. Of course, Dumbledore had also told him to get some information from the Death Eaters that would possibly show up there. And every one hated having such a shady character like himself in the Order. He may of been lazy but he had proven himself to Dumbledore. Thus, he didn't really care if Sirius and James thought he was a double agent and actually a Death Eater. Being a Death Eater meant doing risky things and possibly being thrown into Azkaban, he did not need that stress in his life.
A cigarette hung loosely in his mouth as he entered the pub. Taking in the sight, he smiled to himself. The place was a beauty. Well, a beauty to him was usually something hideous to a "normal" person; not counting girls. He was not sure how a normal person would rate the pub, but it was great enough for him. Without looking where he was going he bumped right into a red haired girl. "Oof," Fletcher looked down at the girl, "Watch it! Some people are trying to get in here to eat."
In his typical rude manner, he pushed past the girl and made his way to the bar. He took the cigarette from his mouth and put out what was left of it in the ash tray. "Firewhiskey in the butterbeer," he told the bartender. He was never of fan of using please and thank you, they seemed so...staged. Fletcher had heard that they could be real great to use, but he highly doubted it. THEY DON'T MEAN ANYTHING OH THOSE MEMORIES( • A S Y O U S P O K E Y O U R F O R K E D T O N G U E S H O W E D • )W O R D S • 318
T A G G E D • that red haired yaxley girl
O U T F I T • it's actually a rather long url!
L Y R I C S • memories by lion if ido
T E M P L A T E • PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION
N O T E S • these are notes. aren't they pretty?
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Post by yaxley on Jan 2, 2011 3:08:01 GMT -6
Yes, well. It most certainly wasn’t going to be all glamorous, that was for certain. She thought it looked presentable enough. Of course, that might just be because she’d gotten used to lower standards since she moved out of her house. No, what was she even thinking? Maybe being a cursebreaker and having to crawl into various dusty and dangerous looking spaces was rubbing off on her. Oh, Rosemary might not have voiced out her displeasure, but it was all noted down in her mind. It looked a mighty attractive job, but it wasn’t. Not really. But Rose wasn’t about to give up.
Standing in the entrance, thinking about the cons of her job while considering where to sit for lunch was not very polite. She had several people walk around her, but there was this one person who walked right into her. Rosemary was going to apologise, she was after all standing in the middle of the way, when the rather disgusting fellow said something to her and walked away. Rose’s lips parted, like she couldn’t believe there was such a person. And that he would say such a thing to her. Obviously he existed.
The redhead followed him to the bar. This was not her home and she couldn’t kick up a right fuss in the middle of a newly opened bar, but she could go up to that rude person and say something. That wasn’t ‘creating trouble’, as her father reminded her often enough. “How does Firewhiskey in Butterbeer taste like exactly?” She asked, taking a stool one seat away from him. If he was expecting her to kick up a fuss, she wasn’t going to do that. She wasn’t even going to demand for an apology. She was going to be a perfectly polite lady and then dump his drink on him.
[/size] as far as 306 words. the eye can see i’m wearing. under your command that dung fellow. i will be finished . your guardian REAL SLIM SHADY !? @ caution 2.0 [/color]. never say never whoop.[/blockquote][/size][/center] |
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Post by dung on Jan 3, 2011 17:29:38 GMT -6
THE TRUTH COMES OUT IN THE BREAKDOWNS( • M E M O R I E S M Y G O D T H E S E M E M O R I E S • )Fletcher gave a slight smile of satisfaction once he got his order. A new pub, one that would not throw him out before he had the chance to see if they had anything good. The man was already banned from the Hog's Head, although he did wonder if it was only during his school time. It had been six years since he left Hogwarts...Nah, Aberforth had a stick too far up his arse to be that liberal. His hog was just the same, hanging around that wall all day snorting terribly at the customer's it didn't like. How were they suppose to stay in business if the actual Hog's head did not have manners?
Mundungus' thoughts were rudely interupeted by the same girl that he ran into at the doorway. Could she not take a hint? Mundungus Fletcher was a man to not bother with, that should be something obvious when you first hear him talk. He took a sip of his nice like drink combination and looked at the redhead with a raised eyebrow. "Taste better than the butterbeer without any liquor. Though, looks like you can't even have Firewhiskey yet, so don't bother. You'll only get both of us in trouble."
He set his drink down and back to smoking his cigarette. Redhead girls they were all the same, pushy, talkative, proud, blah blah blah. He went back to staring off into space while smoking, his favorite hobby. He was still waiting for her to start bitching at him for "not respecting her like a girl should be respected" or something. All that feminism that was catching on, Fletcher could not keep up with it. THEY DON'T MEAN ANYTHING OH THOSE MEMORIES( • A S Y O U S P O K E Y O U R F O R K E D T O N G U E S H O W E D • ) W O R D S • 278
T A G G E D • that red haired yaxley girl
O U T F I T • it's actually a rather long url!
L Y R I C S • memories by lion if ido
T E M P L A T E • PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION
N O T E S • these are notes. aren't they pretty?
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