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The Hog's Head, positioned at the top of a side-street, has a rather dodgy reputation. Over the door, hanging from a rusty bracket, is a battered wooden sign painted with a severed head of a wild boar that creaks in the wind -- and sometimes even when there is no wind. It is difficult taking a good look inside the shop from out in the street as the bay windows are covered in filth and probably haven't been cleaned in decades, maybe event centuries.
For those with the guts to enter the pub, one might not be surprised to see the place is filthy. The stone floor of the place is so dirty that it looks as though there is not a floor at all, and it is difficult to tell whether or not the rough wooden tables are clean as they have nothing except the stubs of candles sitting upon their surfaces. In spite of how shady the place looks, those who do come here are in for a treat as the bartender knows how to serve a mighty good meal.
No trick or treating, no costumes. Levi thought that kind of thing was lame anyway. At sixteen, he thought he was far too old to play dress up. In fact, the sixth year decided he'd hang out at the Hog's Head instead of the standard Three Broomsticks. It was supposed to be cooler here or something.
Pulling open the door, Levi walked in like he had been there a hundred times before - even though it was actually his first time there. It had its own rustic sort of charm; it looked almost dangerous even, which just made it all that much cooler in the Ravenclaw's eyes. Choosing a table in what appeared to be a prime location, Levi took a seat and pulled out the menu sitting there. Now, where were his mates?
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started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________ ______________________don't you worry I'll be fine _________________________________________________you were good for the plot line
~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
SPOILER!!: Levi!
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Originally Posted by emjay
No trick or treating, no costumes. Levi thought that kind of thing was lame anyway. At sixteen, he thought he was far too old to play dress up. In fact, the sixth year decided he'd hang out at the Hog's Head instead of the standard Three Broomsticks. It was supposed to be cooler here or something.
Pulling open the door, Levi walked in like he had been there a hundred times before - even though it was actually his first time there. It had its own rustic sort of charm; it looked almost dangerous even, which just made it all that much cooler in the Ravenclaw's eyes. Choosing a table in what appeared to be a prime location, Levi took a seat and pulled out the menu sitting there. Now, where were his mates?
The Hog's Head was one of the places on Kay's list to stop by before heading back to the Castle. She was dressed in her Dorothy costume, complete with the sparkly red shoes which she had placed a charm to keep clean at all times. The Three Broomsticks was certainly more crowded than the present inn hence the reason she chose here. Plus, despite the appearance, the food was quite excellent.
A great example for the quote "Don't judge a book by its cover''.
"Hello,'' Kay greeted Levi, a familiar face. "Do you mind if I join you?'' Or would it be too weird for him? While she waited for a reply, Kay placed her order. "A roast beef sandwich please.''
A bowl of candy was on the counter nearest the door, but Sam wasn’t exactly one to stand out in the street handing out sweets. He hoped he would be able to get away with just having the treats on the counter.
If not.. ehh he didn’t really care.
He was wiping a mug with a clean cloth when a boy came in followed by what he assumed was a teacher.
He gave the older woman a brief nod as she placed her order and then turned his eyes towards the younger boy.
“Have you decided?” He asked slightly harshly but his voice was still kind, he really only wanted to make one trip to the kitchen, and so he stayed where he was until he heard the boys order.
The Hog's Head was one of the places on Kay's list to stop by before heading back to the Castle. She was dressed in her Dorothy costume, complete with the sparkly red shoes which she had placed a charm to keep clean at all times. The Three Broomsticks was certainly more crowded than the present inn hence the reason she chose here. Plus, despite the appearance, the food was quite excellent.
A great example for the quote "Don't judge a book by its cover''.
"Hello,'' Kay greeted Levi, a familiar face. "Do you mind if I join you?'' Or would it be too weird for him? While she waited for a reply, Kay placed her order. "A roast beef sandwich please.''
Levi looked over the menu as he deliberated what to order. He wondered if he could pass for seventeen and order a firewhisky. It might not hurt to at least try, though he'd wait for some of his mates to show up before he, or they, attempted that.
But before any of them showed up, the sixth year Ravenclaw heard a voice that caused him to look up. "Hello, Professor Stewart," he politely addressed the Muggle Studies professor. He wasn't taking the class this year, but he had taken it the last couple years so of course he recognized her immediately, even though she was obviously in costume. But... she wanted to sit with him? Uh, did she not have friends of her own?
But he would never voice that thought, in fact he would be more than polite and respectful. "Sure, Professor, if you'd like," he said with a smile. It actually reminded him of a conversation he and his dorm mate, Jahan, had over the summer, and that he had something to ask her. "That's from that movie we watched a couple terms ago, right?" He meant her costume of course and, now that he thought about it, she was also from the play the drama club would be putting on.
His eyes lifted to the man asking for his order and he paused momentarily at the question. Well, he certainly couldn't order that firewhisky now, could he? "Uh, I'll have the same. And a butterbeer." He hadn't really given the menu that much consideration, but something told him that he might as well order now.
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started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________ ______________________don't you worry I'll be fine _________________________________________________you were good for the plot line
Matt had been looking forward to Halloween. Keeping his tradition, he was a Star Wars character, of COURSE. He couldn't break that self-imposed tradition ever.
This year, he was Chirrut Imwe. Alright, alright, he supposed his friend Jace would probably be a MUCH better Chirrut Imwe, what with the martial arts skills and whatnot, but he did not CARE. He even had a big stick to look the part as well as a lightbow AND had gotten his brother to sort out a spell for his eyes to look faded. He could still see clearly, though. He was no real Chirrut Imwe, alright. He wouldn't be able to walk in a straight line if he was actually going to go blind for the day. That was a DETAIL and Matt was going to overlook that.
Overlook, haha, get it? Haha.
Anyway. It was time for him to go to the Hog's Head because he felt like it. It was a pretty cool place, in his opinion, and he always got to see interesting people there.
He walked in PRETENDING not be able to see. He used his fighting!stick as a poorly represented guiding stick and purposely hit tables and chairs with it on his way to the counter, where a couple of people were standing. He took his TIME getting there because, you know, he was BLIND.
Yay, Hamlet! • Cathopper • Disney Fanatic • I was normal once...
Puddifoot's was for a date that he didn't have, and The Three Broomsticks was too crowded for his liking.
So here he was, in this dark nasty place, but at least the atmosphere matched his soul right now.... ha.
Flynn had bundled himself up in his Poland hoodie and a pair of faded jeans as he ventured his way into the Hog's Head for some food. Since he was by himself, he took a seat at the bar and pulled the menu over to him. His eyes scanned the menu, making note that everything on it sounded like rubbish. He was also sure that he was allergic to 99.9% on the food on the menu, which made his stomach angry.
Now what, Kowalski? Shall we go be sociable at The Three Broomsticks?
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curly haired prefect - "sometimes I get angry!" - 30/90 - *chicken emoji* - probably @ Disney - I speak dog
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Originally Posted by Sneakeh Cat
Puddifoot's was for a date that he didn't have, and The Three Broomsticks was too crowded for his liking.
So here he was, in this dark nasty place, but at least the atmosphere matched his soul right now.... ha.
Flynn had bundled himself up in his Poland hoodie and a pair of faded jeans as he ventured his way into the Hog's Head for some food. Since he was by himself, he took a seat at the bar and pulled the menu over to him. His eyes scanned the menu, making note that everything on it sounded like rubbish. He was also sure that he was allergic to 99.9% on the food on the menu, which made his stomach angry.
Now what, Kowalski? Shall we go be sociable at The Three Broomsticks?
Scarlett, with her bright pink hair in tow, wasn't really feeling the whole candy scene anymore. Time to move on. She'd warm up with a nice butterbeer, and then probably head back to the castle. She had studying to do, after all, whether she wanted to admit it or not. Groan.
As she walked in to the Hogs Head - she preferred it over the Three Broomsticks on holidays like today, as it was much less crowded - her eyes scanned the shop to see if anyone she knew was around. Maybe Saff, or Lucy, and she might have a nice chat with them before heading off to the castle. Instead, her eyes fell on...the Slytherin male prefect, Flynn. Looking grumpy as usual. Why was it the kid always seemed to have a frown etched permanently on his face? It was very unbecoming. It irked her soul to see someone like that. Scarlett was almost always happy - she had her days, as any human did, but people who were just so gloomy ALLLL the time made her cringe.
Scarlett couldn't help it. She saw someone like that, someone who was ALWAYS in a bad mood - and it was like they were CALLING to her. She HAD to go bother them. Flynn looked like he absolutely, 100% did NOT want to be disturbed, which meant, of course, that she was going to disturb him.
She ordered herself a butterbeer, and gripping her cup tightly in her hands, walked over to the table, plopped down across from him, and smiled broadly. "What's up, buttercup? Prefect duties got you down?" she asked with a smirk.
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I'm still standin'________________________________________ better than I ever did
Lookin' like a true survivor_________________________________feelin' like a little kid
~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
There.
Her order had been placed and the keeper had acknowledged it. She turned to Levi to see if he had made up his mind both about the order and her earlier question. "Thank you,'' she smiled then proceeded to occupy the seat. "Why, yes it is. I'm pleased to see that you remembered. Was it from my previous lesson or did you already know about the movie or book?''
At that moment, Kay became aware of some bumps and thuds which made her look around. Ah, it was only one Matthew Meriwether. He was pretending to be blind? "Are you alright there, Mr Merriwether?''
Yay, Hamlet! • Cathopper • Disney Fanatic • I was normal once...
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Originally Posted by Lissy Longbottom
Scarlett, with her bright pink hair in tow, wasn't really feeling the whole candy scene anymore. Time to move on. She'd warm up with a nice butterbeer, and then probably head back to the castle. She had studying to do, after all, whether she wanted to admit it or not. Groan.
As she walked in to the Hogs Head - she preferred it over the Three Broomsticks on holidays like today, as it was much less crowded - her eyes scanned the shop to see if anyone she knew was around. Maybe Saff, or Lucy, and she might have a nice chat with them before heading off to the castle. Instead, her eyes fell on...the Slytherin male prefect, Flynn. Looking grumpy as usual. Why was it the kid always seemed to have a frown etched permanently on his face? It was very unbecoming. It irked her soul to see someone like that. Scarlett was almost always happy - she had her days, as any human did, but people who were just so gloomy ALLLL the time made her cringe.
Scarlett couldn't help it. She saw someone like that, someone who was ALWAYS in a bad mood - and it was like they were CALLING to her. She HAD to go bother them. Flynn looked like he absolutely, 100% did NOT want to be disturbed, which meant, of course, that she was going to disturb him.
She ordered herself a butterbeer, and gripping her cup tightly in her hands, walked over to the table, plopped down across from him, and smiled broadly. "What's up, buttercup? Prefect duties got you down?" she asked with a smirk.
Flynn was having an internal debate with himself over whether he would stay here, maybe get some herbal tea, or go to the Three Broomsticks because he knew of an entree there he could eat with no worries of dying. It was only until he remembered how cold it was outside, and how crowded the other place was, that he ultimately decided to stay here. In the long run, he would thank himself.
Now, where was the waiter at?
He looked around, and when he saw him at another table, he looked back at his menu. If that table didn't take long ordering, he shouldn't be waiting that long.
He was still waiting for the waiter to arrive when he heard that voice. It was the voice that was made-up of cotton candy, rainbows, and everything nice. "Isn't this place too gloomy for you, sunshine?" He looked up at her when she took a seat and added, "That seat's taken."
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_______________________________You may hate me, but it ain't no lie: bye bye bye.
curly haired prefect - "sometimes I get angry!" - 30/90 - *chicken emoji* - probably @ Disney - I speak dog
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Originally Posted by Sneakeh Cat
Flynn was having an internal debate with himself over whether he would stay here, maybe get some herbal tea, or go to the Three Broomsticks because he knew of an entree there he could eat with no worries of dying. It was only until he remembered how cold it was outside, and how crowded the other place was, that he ultimately decided to stay here. In the long run, he would thank himself.
Now, where was the waiter at?
He looked around, and when he saw him at another table, he looked back at his menu. If that table didn't take long ordering, he shouldn't be waiting that long.
He was still waiting for the waiter to arrive when he heard that voice. It was the voice that was made-up of cotton candy, rainbows, and everything nice. "Isn't this place too gloomy for you, sunshine?" He looked up at her when she took a seat and added, "That seat's taken."
Scarlett raised a dark, perfectly penciled in eyebrow and smirked. "This one? Doesn't look taken," she said, picking up her feet and putting them up on the chair next to her, sprawling out and making herself quite at home. Flynn really was the perfect person to irritate. He made it far too easy on her. She didn't really LIKE irritating people, to be honest, but something about him...she got joy in it.
"Gloomy? It's the Hogs Head, Flynn, not Knockturn Alley," she giggled. And she thought SHE was dramatic. Seriously. "Not in the Halloween spirit?" she asked, referring to the fact that he had absolutely NOTHING resembling a costume on. She wasn't wearing a costume either, but SHE had at least dyed her hair pink for the day.
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I'm still standin'________________________________________ better than I ever did
Lookin' like a true survivor_________________________________feelin' like a little kid
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