InsaneJournal

Who: Theodore Nott and Melinda Bobbin
What: A drink after work.
When: Sunday, November 2, 2003 at about 20:00.
Where: Three Broomsticks Inn, Hogsmeade.
Rating: Worksafe.

Last night was rough, but Theodore was lucky that he had a relatively easy job that day and that he slept relatively well the night before. He wasn't as affected by Potter's death as many others seemed. He didn't necessarily hate the man, since he did bring about peace, but he wasn't particularly fond of the war that broke out because of the two factions in the wizarding world. Potter represented one of the "Causes", after all. And his father had fought for the other, the losing "Cause". Theodore avoided the activities around Potter's death the previous evening, but still heard the murmurings about the same that day.

Shortly after work he was seated at a table with his back to the wall (sometimes these sorts of things happen unintentionally), he had heard even more murmurings about one Isaiah Smith being found murdered and his son having something to do with it. He knew the Smiths from awhile back, from his parents' social circle. And of course Smith was at that gala. He didn't think that Smith would have it in him, in some ways. Or was that himself that wouldn't have it in him? He had often asked himself that and had come up with an answer related to necessity and whatever it was had to be bloodless, painless. He had trouble with suffering and blood, even in others.

Instead of engaging those who were busy spreading rumours, Theodore had taken out a smaller handbook on types of visions as experienced by those who practiced magic. He just was interested in being surrounded by others, not necessarily getting drawn into anything in particular. He took a sip of his firewhiskey, the burning sensation warming up his insides. He had one earlier that day prior to work and this was only to even things out, after all.