Post by xxserpensortia on May 29, 2009 18:16:06 GMT -5
Garret walked in the Three Broomsticks it was the middle of April and drops of rain were drizzling from the sky landing on the all most green grass.
He took his jacket off put them on the nearby coat hanger and headed over for the bar and stool area. He right away ordered a butterbeer to warm him up, the weather was getting nastier and colder by the day.
He rubbed his hands together to keep them warm. He sighed, he wished he would have invited someone to come in here with him, he always hated being alone.
He scanned the room seeing if there was really anyone he knew that he could go sit with.
In the corner in the right was a group of snotty Slytherin girls giggling and looking at a magazine with the Weird Sisters on it, must be the latiest issue he thought. He knew he wouldn't dare go over there, those girls have made probably half of the rumors about him in his whole schooling lifetime and probably half the glares he recieves a day. He looked at the other corner again, slytherins, except this time boys, one of them he got in a fist fight with a few weeks ago, the other one in the middle has probably canned him twice when he was a third year.
No one was here. He thought. Hopefully he would find someone soon.
His butterbeer arrived and he took a large swig of it and sighed. The warmth felt good while he felt it slide down into his stomach.
He took his jacket off put them on the nearby coat hanger and headed over for the bar and stool area. He right away ordered a butterbeer to warm him up, the weather was getting nastier and colder by the day.
He rubbed his hands together to keep them warm. He sighed, he wished he would have invited someone to come in here with him, he always hated being alone.
He scanned the room seeing if there was really anyone he knew that he could go sit with.
In the corner in the right was a group of snotty Slytherin girls giggling and looking at a magazine with the Weird Sisters on it, must be the latiest issue he thought. He knew he wouldn't dare go over there, those girls have made probably half of the rumors about him in his whole schooling lifetime and probably half the glares he recieves a day. He looked at the other corner again, slytherins, except this time boys, one of them he got in a fist fight with a few weeks ago, the other one in the middle has probably canned him twice when he was a third year.
No one was here. He thought. Hopefully he would find someone soon.
His butterbeer arrived and he took a large swig of it and sighed. The warmth felt good while he felt it slide down into his stomach.
