Zacharias Smith (zacharoo) wrote in eighth_rpg, @ 2011-02-01 11:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | tracey davis, zacharias smith |
WHO: Zacharias and OPEN.
WHAT: Moody brooding after being bested by an owl.
WHERE: The Three Broomsticks.
WHEN: Morning of February 1st, 1999.
RATING: Mid-to-high due to language.
His first day off in five days and what was Zacharias doing? Drinking after breakfast. He didn't know what that said about him or about his habits but at this point, he really didn't care.
He'd thought about going out with Dean, or having Parvati come over, or Justin, or anyone--the only thing that had stopped him had apparently been the moody blues he felt for that brief period of time the night before. Well, that and the fact that he hated showing vulnerability and looking like a complete fool. Sure, they were friends, but he had built a reputation of being upfront, skeptical and hard-hearted. Looking like a blubbering mess without any sense of pride was not on top of his to-do list.
Though he was only still nursing his first drink, Zach had a feeling he might be here a while. His mum had noticed something weird with him last night and had been all over him about it until he went to bed. He didn't have to work, so there was no sense in going there. And really, his pride was wounded. He'd acted like a complete moron in his journal last night.
"I knew that bloody thing was a bad idea," he muttered aloud at the bar, taking another swig of his malt.
How the hell hadn't he realized it was a hexed letter prior to opening it? Especially after what everyone else had been receiving? Such a bright moment for him, truly.