Who: Cormac and Hannah When: Tuesday Night Where: The Three Broomsticks What: Rosie has the day off Rating: It's Cormac, so language.
Cormac was bored. Bored out of his god damn mind. Quidditch had barely ended and he had little to do to keep his attention. Merlin only knew where Ken was, Drew and Geoff were both working, and he had no Quidditch Practices or Games he had to attend. You didn't really know how much one thing consumed your life until it was gone. It was going to be a long fucking off season. He could say that much. So, having come to that conclusion earlier on, Cormac had done what he always did when he was bored. He headed up to Scotland. He still wasn't entirely sure why he lived in London. He much preferred to be in the Highlands.
Pushing open the door to The Three Broomsticks, Cormac relaxed as the all too familiar smell of ale and old wood hit him. It didn't matter how long the place stood, he loved the damn place. Moving through the light crowd lingering in the room, Cormac made his way to the bar where he hoped to find his favourite barmaid. He had a teasing smirk already on his face as he sank down on one of the bar stools, but it slipped slightly when he didn't recognize the blonde behind the counter.
"Where the fucks Rosie?" he responded, leaning forward slightly and glancing down the bar. This was not acceptable. Rosie was always there when he showed up. It was like ... tradition or some shite.