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Post by meissa adair nott on Oct 16, 2013 1:17:16 GMT
The atmosphere in The Three Broomsticks was that of a typical Saturday evening. The pub, bathed in a rosy warm glow by the dozens of enchanted candles hanging over head, was packed with cheery students who were visiting the village for the weekend. They sat in clusters, all decked out in an array of colored jumpers and drinking foaming mugs of butterbeer.
"No, thank you," Meissa insisted gruffly when the bar maid attempted to pour her a nice mug of the sweet, syrupy drink. She even stuck her tongue out to show her revulsion. "I'll have a firewhiskey...please." The polite word was added as a blatant afterthought, and her tone did not get any lighter or more pleasant at the curt request.
The bar maid pursed her lips, but did not dare argue with the Slytherin girl. She knew for a fact that Meissa was seventeen, and thereby was of age. If she wanted to drink, she very well could. Though why a young girl would rather choke down a firewhiskey than a refreshing butterbeer was beyond her.
"Thanks," Meissa said coolly when the steaming pint glass was plunked down in front of her. She slid her sickles over the counter, swung her legs over the bar stool, and took off for a dark corner that was not inhabited by her gibbering peers.
"Good god they're irritating..." The girl muttered darkly under her breath, pulling a most sour expression as she gingerly sipped her drink. "Why do I come here again...?"
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Post by keegan maxwell cadwallader on Oct 16, 2013 3:37:21 GMT
  ah, the three broomsticks. keegan had plenty of memories from this place. most of them were good. some of them, well.. he didn't remember clearly. but that meant they had to be fun, right? besides, this was one of the places where he would meet people he wouldn't normally stumble across at hogwarts. granted, it was usually filled with hogwarts students when they had a visiting weekend. still, he'd make new friends here and then never see them again. ah, the life of a traveller. he wanted to be like that one day.
after stepping through the entrance and giving the area a quick scan, keegan spotted meissa. the first familiar face he managed to spot. now, they weren't exactly the best of buds, but he sure loved trying to piss her off. especially knowing that she was betrothed to his best friend due to an arranged marriage. those damn purist families. crazy, they were. wizards were wizards, no matter their bloodline. the hufflepuff was pretty sure that being a pureblood really didn't make you any more powerful than any other person of magic.
the dark-haired boy stealthily followed the slytherin toward a dark corner, slipping by other visitors as he went and making sure not to draw any attention to himself. well, that was a first, eh? he just fet like sneaking up on meissa, seeing as she seemed rather unsuspecting. with one last stride keegan had appeared behind the blonde in time to catch her last comment, "to see me, of course!" he yelled into her ear in an attempt to catch her off guard.
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Post by meissa adair nott on Oct 17, 2013 1:17:13 GMT
When Keegan positively bellowed in her ear, Meissa had to clamp a hand over her mouth to muffle her own shriek of mingled shock and pain. She turned swiftly on heel to face the Hufflepuff and her reactionary expression said it all.
"What on earth is wrong with you!?" Meissa hissed, rounding on him fiercely. Her upper lip was curled in a perfect snarl and her blue eyes were ablaze. In fact, she was such a picture perfect example of pure fury that it was a wonder that flames weren't shooting out of her slightly parted lips. It was safe to say that Keegan struck a nerve when he decided to yell in her ear like that.
Scowling, she set her firewhiskey down on an adjacent, conveniently placed shelf and folded her arms across her chest. She scrunched her nose up to show her evident distaste and surveyed the Hufflepuff boy. They had interacted quite a few times, and he even laughed at her snide remarks a time or two. Keegan was not someone that she was fond of, but she didn't loathe him entirely, either. Right now, however, he was skating on thin ice.
"Why did you follow me back here, anyway? Are you spying on me for your best friend or something?" She demanded brusquely, her eyes narrowed to slits. Although she knew Ezio pretty well and was pretty sure he would not pull a ridiculous stunt like that, a tiny part of her wondered frantically if he would. How seriously was he taking the betrothal, anyway...?
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Post by ezio l v d'orolione on Oct 17, 2013 2:10:30 GMT
 
The front door of the bar pushed open and in stepped Ezio. The high color in his face being the only indication of just how fast he had been walking before coming in the door. His eyes quickly scanned the place before coming to rest on his best friend and his betrothed. He quickly made his way towards them, waving a dismissive hand at the barmaid that began to step around the counter to come towards him, not even looking at her or of the corner of his eyes. If he had, he may have noticed the slightly hurt look in the witches eyes at his dismissal and the pout on her lips. The reason for this was because Ezio was usually much more polite and always at least waved and smiled to the girl, but not today.
As he reached the table, the reason, or reasons in this case, for his hurry rushed through the door, looking around wildly. It was a pack of five Ravenclaw fourth and fifth year girls who were puffing slightly from trying to keep up with the six foot tall Ezio’s strides. Those same strides brought him to the table within seconds.
”Some days I just can’t stand it,” he said with a curt nod towards the girls now huddled near the door in a booth, staring at Ezio. ”You’d think being engaged would scare them off, at least a little. And if not that the age gape.” He shook his head before really hearing what was going on between the two of them.
”What is going on between you two. Merlin, I can’t have you two fighting. One day my father won’t matter and if we are married, you’ll have to deal with him being around. And I’d like it if you didn’t antagonize my fiance so much,” Ezio said, perhaps a bit grumpier now as he sat down in the bench of a booth and then looked at Meissa expectantly.
TAGGED . Keegan and Messia
WORDS . 336
NOTES . Ezio just might be having a bad day. lol
CREDIT . this lovely template was made by Arro from Caution 2.0. and features lyrics belonging to the oh so amazing Jason Mraz. please leave all of this credit stuff in tact and leave a link for Miss Roro here if you are going to be using this anywhere.
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Post by keegan maxwell cadwallader on Oct 17, 2013 2:28:13 GMT
oh, that precious reaction the slytherin had was the exact reason keegan would pull himself out of bed in the morning. there wasn’t anything more fulfilling than pissing someone off to the point where it was so clearly visible that they wanted to hex him, ”more like what isn’t wrong with me,” he smirked. it was always the females he loved to antagonize more. usually because they somehow seemed more attractive when they were angry at him. it was like people wanting to beat him up turned him on or something.
at ezio’s arrival, keegan took that distraction to quickly snatch meissa’s firewhiskey off the shelf nearby and take a quick gulp. he immediately started coughing, quickly placing the glass back on the shelf and composing himself, his eyes watering slightly, ”ezio and i both came here to spy on you. you can’t see us. we’re invisible. you don’t even know we’re here. shhh,” he told her with a serious expression as he brought his index finger up to his lip and slowly took a couple steps into the more shadowy part of the corner.
”oh, poor ezio. his life is an absolure horror, what with all that female attention. however can he cope!?” the hufflepuff exclaimed dramatically, a hand flying up to his forehead as if he were faint. he shook his head slightly, dropping the act, ”my name’s not merlin,” he threw out randomly, always acting like he took everything literally. of course he knew the expression, but he loved playing dumb, ”i can’t wait to go to that wedding, man. dressed up as meissa’s long lost pureblooded sister.. so i can be a bridesmaid.”
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Post by meissa adair nott on Oct 17, 2013 18:12:07 GMT
Meissa smirked at the tittering "entourage" that Ezio had picked up on his way over to the pub. Even though she was firmly against the prospect of their arranged marriage (she was her own woman, after all) she found it rather amusing that her betrothed was so sought after by the young female population of Hogwarts. If she had to be forcibly engaged to someone, at least he was popular and attractive.
"Yeah, Keegan," The Slytherin pretended to simper, batting her eyelashes. "Don't antagonize me so much. And definitely don't drink something that's far too tough for your feeble throat," She added waspishly when she realized that he had sneaked a sip of her drink. But her lacquered lips curled in a devilish little smile at his coughing. Served him right.
"You didn't really follow me here, did you?" Meissa asked Ezio suddenly, looking rather wary. She took a rather large gulp of the firewhiskey and then placed it back on the shelf without so much as a blink. The girl was frighteningly composed whenever she drank even the toughest liquor. It could be rather unnerving to someone who did not know her. "I'm not that much of a liability..."
At Keegan's preposterous proposal, she rounded on him and made a face. It could not be clearer that his faux-suggestion revolted her.
"My family is far too aesthetically pleasing to let you in. Nobody would mistake you for my sister, brother, or even a long lost family hag,"" She spat, pursing her lips. What was with him, always trying to be so goofy? It put her on edge. It made her need four more gulps of her firewhiskey, in fact, and when she set the glass back down she realized it was nearly empty already.
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Post by ezio l v d'orolione on Oct 21, 2013 3:58:53 GMT
When Meissa didn’t sit down next to Ezio, or even at all, Ezio looked back over to Keegan just as he was coughing and putting the drink back down. He couldn’t help himself, he started laughing, cracked up by his friend not being drink something that strong while his fiance could. His smile dropped though when Keegan said something about them coming here only to spy on Meissa; who then asked if this was true.
â€Of course not. I have no need to spy on you. If you want to go off with some other guy, what’s it to me. Just so long as they aren’t a muggle, it won’t hurt my feelings any,†he said quite honestly. Of course by muggle he didn’t even mean muggle born, he meant completely non-magical man. While he wouldn’t outright ask the girl to break the betrothal because he knew what kind of predicament that would put both him and her in with their families; he also wasn’t going to force her to make a commitment neither of them had chosen if she didn’t want to. It also never dawned on him that merely by saying she shouldn’t leave him to run off with a muggle that it might be offensive to Keegan, sadly things like that didn’t cross the pureblood mind as often as you would think having a halfblood for a best friend.
At Keegs comment about how Ezio could ever cope with all the female attention, Ezio just rolled his eyes a tad. â€I’m eighteen, and they are fourteen and fifteen. It’s just wrong, not to mention, do you know hard it is it write an essay on a serum for boils caused by a spell with them all giggling and spying on you in the library? Not to mention following you around every chance they get. Why can’t they go after boys in their own years.â€
Ezio gave a true, deep laugh at the Hufflepuff’s suggestion of going to the wedding disguised as Meissa’s long lost sister. Of course it would never work, but it was when Keegan said things like that, that reminded Ezio of why he was friends with someone who would otherwise be a bigger annoyance than a gaggle of underaged girls; Keegs added levity to the Italian’s life. â€I can see it now. Keegs in pale blue, or maybe a light lilac. Some red lipstick and bright blue eyes shadow, those fake eyelashes muggles like to wear, and maybe just a little of that sparkly stuff...um, glitter.†He knew it would most likely piss of Meissa to no end that he was actually joining in with Keegan on this idea, but he just couldn’t pass it up.
TAGGED . Keegan and Meissa
WORDS . how many?
NOTES . Ezio making jokes!!? What?!?!
CREDIT . this lovely template was made by Arro from Caution 2.0. and features lyrics belonging to the oh so amazing Jason Mraz. please leave all of this credit stuff in tact and leave a link for Miss Roro here if you are going to be using this anywhere.
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