bill weasley. (excavated) wrote in restless_rp, @ 2015-11-15 16:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: bill weasley, char: sirius black, ep: two |
Who: Bill & Sirius
Where: The Three Broomsticks
When: Now? Now is good, aka Sunday night.
What: Bill rolls back into town one cold autumn night.
Rating: Low but it's Sirius so Merlin only knows, lbr. Language?
Bill thought he had braced himself for England's chillier weather, but the abrupt slap of it upon skin was still a shock, seemed to immediately steal away the breath from his lungs and sink right into his bones. "Buggering fuck!" An exclamation which caused the elderly witch who had arrived in England via Port Key with him to stare in mild scandalised horror. "Sorry, M'am." He nodded to her, ducked his head in brief abashment, but it just as soon melted away and was replaced by an impish grin. "Not used to the cold anymore, it seems." The woman sniffed, "Quite," and off she went. Perhaps her finely honed sense of outrage kept her warm. No matter, Bill shrugged off slights as easily as a duck let water slip off its back. He readjusted his bag's strap over his shoulder and took in the autumn English countryside, rioting in colour. It was very beautiful, certainly more vivid that the streaks of browns and tans that made for the Egyptian landscape. A shiver ran down his body, reminding him he ought to get in somewhere warm, and that his dragon hide coat, however much he adored it, wasn't the most insulating. Unsheathing his wand, he Apparated to the edge of Hogsmeade with old Hogwarts looming up over it like a discerning father and trudged along the frost-laden path into the centre of the village proper. It was cheerily lit with merrily flickering gas lamps and various storefronts promising warmth and light indoors. At the end of the lane lay the Three Broomsticks itself, already filled with a good evening crowd. A din of congenial conversation and music greeted his entrance, a blanket of warmth working to sooth over the sting of chill upon his skin. He made his way up to the bar, slid onto a stool and dropped his pack at his feet. "So what does it take to get a drink around here then?" he grinned. |