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Post by Dean Thomas on Jun 28, 2011 18:58:15 GMT
Dean had a great dislike of formal clothing. Well, that wasn’t strictly true. While formal robes weren’t that great he thought he cut a rather dashing figure in a suit if he did say so himself. That was something muggles did rather well. Wizards formal robes looked crazy, overlarge cuffs, bowties that looked like they’d been stolen from a Victorian armoire, strange frills and fabrics. They made the wearer look like a complete and utter prat. But it was his parents’ anniversary so he had to make an effort to look presentable, and if he turned up in a suit then his mother’s parents, as pureblooded a bunch as ever walked the earth, would quite likely have a fit, and another fight with them was even less desirable than turning up in front of all his relatives in what appeared to be a frilly maroon dressing gown.
Finally he bought the most palatable of the robes, which wasn’t saying a lot, it looked like a demented lethifold was attacking him when he put it on. Changing back into his own clothes, he decided that after his ordeal he needed something to cheer himself up. Thankfully the Leaky Cauldron was open and he intended to get a nice cold butterbeer to help himself forget the frustratingly annoying shopping trip. When he got to the pub it turned out to be surprisingly empty, the lunchtime rush having just ended. Exchanging a few coins for a frothing mug of the sweet tasting drink he found himself a table and set it down, before taking his seat and beginning to sip at it.
Glancing around, he didn’t see much of interest. There weren’t many people there, a couple of guys having a drink or two for their break, the bored looking barkeeper, and not a whole lot else. Unless someone interesting turned up, it looked like this was going to be a rather boring drink. Dean sat there sipping his drinking hoping that someone would eventually show up.
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Post by Seamus Finnigen on Jun 28, 2011 20:52:52 GMT
Once again Seamus's mother was dragging him around Diagon alley to make sure all his robes would fit him that they had ordered from Madam Malkins the previous week. The Irish boy didn't like the prospect of shopping at all and found it a rather repulsive task to endure. He didn't see why he mother had to make such a fuss about it as they where only a little short in the leg and arms and in Seamus mind would have lasted him another year. But his mother said he'd be outta them like a shot so he been unwilling dragged to Madam Malkins to be for to be fitted for some more. He remember the first time he had been made to stand on the book in the robe shop. He had been six and it was for some formal robes for his aunts wedding on his mothers side. Had it of been his father he'd of just had to where a suit. That day he had looked like a great whopping lettuce dressed in frilly green dress robes. Thank god he only had to wear them once.
He followed his mother back into the place that cooked up clothing nightmares stand in the doorway in hopes that the robes wasn't ready. But Seamus had never been that luckily and his mother marched him in to the shop and made him change into the gryffindor robes that had been made for him. Seamus felt like a dunce stood up on the little cushioned box. His arm outstretched as the women checked around making sure everything fit him properly. He was about to ask if it was completely necessary that he had to stand there looking like a stupid scar crow but his mother shoot him a look as to say 'you dare open your mouth and I'll slap you right back to Ireland.' And she would do it so he kept his trap shut while she finished poking around him and said they fit him fine and should keep him right to the end of the year if not more. So his mother ask for at least a couple of more sets to be made knowing that he son was likely to blow holes in at least one pair whilst at Hogwarts.
Leaving the shop his mother set about to go around the rest of the street which made Seamus groan and she asked him what was wrong. He asked her if he could go sit in the leaky cauldron while she did the rest as he wasn't needed as she had her expandable purse with her so she couldn't keep him around just to carry the shopping. So no reason to keep him with her she let him go and said she wouldn't be long only about half and hour. And Seamus knew to well the that the half an hour would at the very least become an hour as his mother was always window shopping for some tat. So he idly made his way though the alley up the the top where the Leaky Cauldron lay at it's entrance. Sighing her entered as sitting in here would be better than following her around the Alley. And it was a good job he had as walking in her saw his best friend Dean Thomas sat with his back to him. Smiling Seamus walked up to him and put and hand on his shoulder. "Nice to see I'm not the only board person around." |
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Post by Dean Thomas on Jul 27, 2011 20:30:24 GMT
Bloody Hell. There isn't a witch or wizard under the age of 100 in here dean thought as he looked around. He wished that he at least knew someone of some sort of interest. He chugged his butterbeer, and then waited to order another one but before he knew it one was floating his way. He loved magic more than anything it never got old at least it didn't for Dean. He looked around the room trying to recognize anyone he could. But for some reason everyone seemed to be unrecognizable. They were all old and had facial expressions that made Dean think he was going to get eaten if he attempted to talk to any of them. His eyes widened as some lady came up to him and offered to buy him a drink. He turned her down and she went on the the next man she could find and gave him the same offer or at least that is what it sounded like to dean.
Dean would rather sit with a bunch of muggles than these ancient looking wizards. He had shared a good laugh with a few of them but he didn't want to hear the stories of the young women who used Mr. Hagtonrots, or the betrothal that feel through because his parents died, he was really getting tired of Gwendala telling him that story and then saying the Dean reminded her of him except there was something different between the two of them she just couldn't figure it out. Oh and there was the story of the cat lady that Mr. Yugaly fell in love with but then he accidentally killed one of her cats by sitting on him when they were having tea at her house. He always cried for a few hours after that story. Dean just couldn't take the story telling anymore he would rather sit and talk to a bunch of children about stealing crayons and throwing mud at the girl they like.
After chugging another butterbeer he felt a hand on his shoulder and heard a familiar voice he turned around and saw Seamus standing behind him. A grin spread across his face and he stood up and gave him a hug. "It's great to see you! It's also great to see someone that isn't older than a hundred." Dean laughed and then sat back down offering the seat next to him to Seamus. He was very happy that there was someone he knew and that he could talk to. Dean and Seamus had been good friends since there first year at Hogwarts. Once they saw each other something just connected and they became great friends. Seamus always laughed at how dean would blow up every potion he made or when every he tried to do a charm it would backfire. But that was something that just made he like Seamus even more as a friend. How knows maybe some day Seamus will even be needed to blow something up and this time on purpose. "So how has it been?" Dean asked as he took a sip of butterbeer.
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