|Quentin Trimble (notyourdada) wrote in wished,|
@ 2010-09-17 11:13:00
|Entry tags:||!2003: 09, nessie macfusty, quentin trimble|
Who: Quentin Trimble and Nessie MacFusty!
When: September 17th. Evening.
Where: Hogsmeade. Three Broomsticks.
What: Drinking. Conversation?
Even Heads of Houses got time off, away from the students (which was probably necessary to avoid going crazy and what not) and Quentin was always quite willing to use his free time. He was enjoying teaching (thus far) and didn't mind being Head of House (he did like the way it sounded, the title), but he was hardly going to be like certain people who basically lived and breathed their work. No sir.
He had set through dinner in the Great Hall, as per usual, and saw to the duties that came after before leaving things in the (mostly) capable hands of his Prefects. And other staff members who knew what tonight was his night off. And what a night it was.
It was not a Hogsmeade weekend, and it was Friday night anyway, so there was no chance of running into students, which was always a plus (as seeing students would completely destroy the point of a night off). He headed down, nattily dressed as always in a pair of casual trousers and a gray-blue button up shirt and a coat, heading to the Three Broomsticks. There he was guarenteed good drinks, after all. And seeing Madam Rosmerta swishing about was never a bad thing either.
He entered the pub and found a seat at the bar, sliding himself easily onto the stool and ordering himself a firewhiskey.