|
|
Post by Blake Longbottom on Oct 6, 2007 13:49:23 GMT -5
Why'd he'd stumled off the path he normally took he didn't know. All Blake knew was that he was in the small, dingy bar. One old man was wriping a dirty dish.
"A Butterbear, Please." He said, and dag in his pokect for a sickle. The Man slammed a full glass onto the bar-conter, and Blake took it and sat down.
The small pub was not full, were there were only a couple dark-clothed men. Blake wasn't sure why he was here.
|
|
|
|
Post by Adonis Dwyn Lewis on Oct 6, 2007 14:09:14 GMT -5
[x]KoreeDroo
-sound the bugle now-
A swift unlatch of the rusty door handle and a click of her boots on the cobble pavement outside and the fifth year was happily inside a familiar area. She repositioned her cloak quite carefully before unlaching the catch on the top and bundling it over her right arm. She was typically dressed in her unique style. Her bright bubble blue heart shaped dress with the slightly girly 'poof' or the skirt and her new cowgirl boots, pale blue (almost white in the dim light) with the pale red heart and Love & Peace written across it. Se adored her shoes and always wore them to their best ability, never wearing anything tight on her legs which meant she limited herself to knee length shorts, skirts and dresses. Her natural light curls bounced on her shoulders as she bounded up to the bar smiling lightly at the barman, sliding a small coin over the counter with her long nails trapping it like a cage. The bangles, ties, leather straps, ribbons and trinkets on her left arm slipped and bundled themselves around her wrist as she carried her drink to a table away from the others and pulled herself into the corner.
Korie's pale blue eyes flashed wildly, contrasting with the dark eyeliner on her lower lid and the bright blue on the inner side of her upper lid while her deadly dark eyelashes beat against her upper cheekbone with a slightly innocent look about it. Yet her lips were plain, undressed and unsmiling. Both hands clasped around the bottle one hand's nails painted black the others bright blue with a black stripe across the tip corner. After pulling her hands from the bottle, still not taking a drink, she rested her head on her hands and sighed to herself before looking around with a slight disgust for the darkness of the place. She stuck out like a sore thumb but then again she always had. Opting for bright colours wasn't something that the 'evil' house did too much. Yes they wore a lot of green and Korie thought it was over the top. She believed in the rivalry basically because if there was a chance to hate someone she was happy but the colours now that was just plain stupid.
|
|
|
|
Post by Blake Longbottom on Oct 6, 2007 14:18:29 GMT -5
He sat quietly, stucking down half the dusty bottle. He was just thinking of his mothers lastested letter. He was mentally writing a reply.
Untill an odd girl came in. She was wearly such unsual chothes, bright make-up.
"Hello." He said ot her, wondering what was going on.
ooc: Bad!
|
|
|
|
Post by Adonis Dwyn Lewis on Oct 6, 2007 14:38:21 GMT -5
[x]KoreeDroo
-play it just for me-
Her head jolted from its slight daydream. It was obvious to some people she was missing something or troubles, perhaps it was she'd lost a pair of shoes. The real problem was that her brother was in st mungos again, for a suprising fact that they were very close siblings. She loved her brother Andrew with all her heart plus the fact he was named after her by one large coincidence. She looked up to the notes which had stopped her daydreaming, her thoughts and frowned slightly.
"He-lo..."
Her words were uncertain, she was confused why he was actually talking to her. Seeing the fact she already hated everyone who she'd watched being sorted before her not into her own 'catagory'. Her memory came in useful it was photographic but it came with drawbacks, she simply couldn't spell any owrd she hand't come across or just hated the spelling off. Being a phonetic speller also made her see dumb. Perhaps it was her dyslexia but she didn't care she didn't want to be bright.
Clicking her wooden cork heels against the ground as she moved her body she picked a small pot of ink from her cloak and a little quill with a blue feather atached to a scrap piece of paper and scratched her dry, un dipped quill against the paper with a small look of concentration on her face before she picked them up and placed them carefully and neatly to the side. It seemed she'd been doing it for ages when in truth she was really only doing it for a few seconds.
"You're Longbottom's son right?"
She looked up quickly, her icey eyes frighteningly large. Korie's parents wern't famous in any way and were younger than most being the fact her mother was only fifteen when Korie was born and therefore she understood Korie's tastes in fashion, music and of course she still didn't understand her daughter in her mind and that was why they were moderatly close. Her father was only a year older than her mother and he was a quiet soul who Korie thought of as her knight. Overall her family where close but them again her mother and father were out until the early hours of the morning with the circus and Korie and Andrew where left together.
|
|
|
|
Post by Blake Longbottom on Oct 6, 2007 14:56:13 GMT -5
She said the word as if no one ever spoke to her. He-lo. Just that.
He watched her icey eyes. hewacted her with the quill and paper. he just wacthed.
She said somthing. He couldn't interpt her.
You're Longbottom's son right?
"Yes." He said smiply, "My name is Blake."
|
|
|
|
Post by Adonis Dwyn Lewis on Oct 6, 2007 15:22:56 GMT -5
[x]KoreeDroo
-sound the bugle now-
Korie simply justnodded to his words, she didn't give her name as easily as that it was something personal to her. If they were clever enough they would find her name on her boots. The little loop on the back had the small inscription of Korie on it as did the sole of her shoes. Maybe it was unfair to think that they would look at the soles of her shoes which were firm to the ground or squint to see the small black line which infact unsing probably a magnifying glass said her name. She took the side of her hair and scruntched the light curls in her black painted nails and her tooth slightly biting her lip.
"Yes. Blake..."
She nodded once again and picked up her bottle pouring it into the small glass which was surprizingly clean for this bar. Paid being a regular customer, well known and not afraid to complain about cleanliness.
Korie had always been quite a hygein concerned person. She liked to wash her own clothes and iron her own clothes, make everything be in the same place every day. Exactly in the same place. She would know if a pencil had moved less than a centimeter. The door gave a small creak and a weimaraner trotted in pushing its way through tables and jumped up next to her nudging her hand and then lying so still it may aswell have been a statue.
"Stupid dog always comes when I don't need it..."
She turned her head to look at the dark wooden wall with a picture of a witch, quite old and not nesseserily the most attractive person in the world. She had her eyes wide and was staring at the dog like it was about to muyrder her.
"Oh give it up Millicent! If she comes and lies on 'your' seat I can't help it. Anyway you can't actually sit on it!"
Her words were quiet like no one was actually listening to her.
|
|
|
|
Post by Blake Longbottom on Oct 6, 2007 15:42:01 GMT -5
So she was being cleaver and trying not to give her name. To bad that at the sortin cermony, he'd heard solmething of her name.
"Areb't you Cory-Something?" He said, not very sure what her name was. But she looked like a cory from the cermony. Her wild eyes were pretty.
"I'm in Gyffriandor."
|
|
