Benjamin "Benji" William Ashworth III (daredevilry) wrote in lostinhogsmeade, @ 2010-07-29 00:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | * july 2010, kevin entwhistle, molly weasley ii, player: irish, player: jen |
|[ DATE ]| 28 July, 2010
|[ CHARACTERS ]| Molly Weasley II, Kevin Entwhistle
|[ LOCATION ]| Three Broomsticks
|[ PRIVATE/PUBLIC ]| Private
|[ RATING ]| TBD
|[ SUMMARY ]| Molly Weasley II arrives
|[ COMPLETION ]| In Progress
Okay... where had everyone gone? Molly had taken a wrong turn in Hogsmeade and then wound back around to find herself without her class. She didn't know what was going on, but when she'd made her way to the edge of the town, she'd found it blocked off by aurors. After a few unsuccessful attempts, the redhead grumbled and turned back towards town. The only place she could figure to go to in order to sit down and try to think would be the Three Broomsticks. So that's the direction she started in. Kevin had, by now, been in Hogsmeade for a couple days. His routine the first day or two had been getting drunk, stumbling back to his shiny new living quarters, and passing out. After a couple days of that, though, he was attempting to be a responsible adult. Of course, this just meant that he was nursing the same drink he'd been on for the better part of an hour, but considering the circumstances he was in, the urge to keep on drinking was probably a forgivable one. He was just about to motion a server over to order another drink when the door opened; as had become habit, every time he heard the door open, he looked over, half wondering if it was somebody he knew. With what was going on, there was an entirely likely possibility of it. Running a hand through her Weasley red hair, Molly looked around the pub to see if there was anyone she knew. Anyone she'd come here with. And her spirits were drowned as she realized that, no, she was pretty much on her own. Great. Just bloody great. When a groan, Molly dropped into a booth and sighed. "Alright, now what, Molly?" she asked herself, her hands rubbing her face for a moment. Kevin couldn't help watching the girl as she walked in and then dropped into a nearby booth. She looked familiar. Damn familiar, actually, but in a way he couldn't entirely place. And then he heard her say something to herself, not loud enough for him to really hear but loud enough for him to hear her name. Molly. That made him sit back and blink. With that hair, and that name, there was only one person it could be... but that person wasn't even old enough to be in school yet, much less a teenage girl looking more than a little lost. More than a little lost indeed. Seventeen year old Molly Weasley II was definitely in need of a butterbeer, an owl and a place to sleep if she wasn't getting out of here this evening. "McGonagall is going to have my head," she muttered. "Lucy's going to freak. Bloody hell." She sat there for a moment longer, silent, before she began to speak again. "Okay, Molly. Talk yourself through this and then you'll be back at Hogwarts playing Quidditch and studying again in no time. First things first, figure out who else might be stuck here to." She looked around for a moment, trying to decide to to approach first. Kevin snagged one of the servers and had them send a drink over to Molly. Poor kid looked like she could use it. And sounded like she might start falling apart if she didn't figure things out quickly. Unfortunately, even if she did figure things out quickly, it wasn't going to lead to any kind of happy reaction. As she sat there, trying to put things together like a puzzle, she was pulled out of her thought process by a server who placed a butterbeer in front of her and told her that it came from the man two booths down. Looking towards him, her brow furrowed. He looked familiar. Very, very familiar. But for the life of her, Molly couldn't figure out why. Looking down at her buttebeer again, she figured that maybe she could start with this man... so she stood with her drink and slid into the booth opposite him. "I know you," she replied first, cocking her head to the side a little. "How do I know you?" Sure, she could have thanked him first, but she had a puzzle to solve. That took precedence, even if her mother and grandmother would have whacked her over the head for not being polite. "I have no idea," Kevin said honestly, giving her a faint smile. "So how about we start with introductions and then maybe figure it out from there?" He held out a hand. "Name's Kevin Entwhistle." "Molly Weasley," she greeted back, sliding her hand into his. "Named after my grandmother." She sat there for a moment, rolling his name around in her head. "Entwhistle... my dad is friends with an Entwhistle. If I remember corrently, his first name is Kevin." But this guy was way too young to be the man her father was friends with. "Are you his son?" "No, I'm..." Kevin paused, things finally starting to fall into place in his head. "Your father... his name's Percy, right? And your mum is Audrey?" This place was officially going to drive him insane. Molly's suspicious nature settled in as she stared the man across from her down. He was definitely good looking, and she remembered the older man to be very handsome when he came over to talk to her father on occasion. But this surely couldn't be... could it? In the wizarding world, Molly supposed anything was possible. "Those are my parents, yes. But you couldn't possibly be my dad's friend. He's old. And you're bloody well not." "Not yet, anyway," Kevin joked. "But seriously, whatever's going on here... it's not normal." Granted, normal in the wizarding world didn't bear any kind of resemblance to normal anywhere else in the world, but even so. "Unless the universe has been lying to me all these years, I'm the Kevin Entwhistle your father knows." "This is insane. How did you end up here? And where exactly am I? Am I in the past or the present?" She didn't even want to think about possibly being in the future. "And how the bloody hell did I get here? How did you get here?" "I have no idea how I ended up here," Kevin admitted. "One minute I'm at home doing something and the next, here I am." He made a face and finished off the remnants of his drink. "And... for you it's the past. For me, too. But for some people here, from what I've been able to gather with my awesome eavesdropping skills, it's the future. So..." He shrugged. "Color me confused." "You and me both," she replied, glaring down at her butterbeer and seriously wishing it was firewhiskey right about now. "I'm consoling myself with the fact that if the universe is going insane, at least it plopped me down someplace I know and not far in my past at all." Kevin shrugged. "Probably not helpful to you at all, though. Sorry." Looking back up at him, Molly shrugged. "Don't be. I'm going to find y way out of here and back home and nothing is going to stop me. But I'd be able to hatch a plan better on a good night's sleep. I should probably ask Madame Rosmerta if I can borrow a room... even if I can't pay for it." "Don't worry," Kevin said with a faintly reassuring smile. "I'll cover it for the night. Your father would kick my ass if he knew you were in trouble and I hadn't done at least something to help you." And since he couldn't get her back to her time, this was the next best thing and about his only real option. "You'll cover me? As in paying for a room or staying in yours?" Molly asked him curiously. "That depends," Kevin said with a shrug. "Which one would you feel more comfortable with?" "As long as I have a safe bed for the night, I honestly don't bloody care." |