Right after Hogwarts new schoolyear had started, the life at Hogsmeade became active and full of life again.
Miseria saw students who snuck out of the school just to get some sweets or just butterbeer every day when she passed by or decided to spend some time at the Three Broomsticks. Mostly, she was ignored by the students. They saw no threat in her, whatsoever. And she wasn't. All that she could do at the school was healing the students, and besides that, she was sure that the teachers did not care about the old rule anymore.
Ah, but she still remembered the days when visiting Hogsmeade was under the strict eye of a professor. Ages change and so do habits.
She grinned at this thought and her fingers surrounded the bottle again. Unlike most of the adults there, she came to the bar to sit and have a drink of her butterbeer. Mis had this idea of staying straight edge for the rest of her life. Alcohol gave her no satisfaction, and why ruin her own organism with that poison?
The daylight was slowly fading, and Miseria, who sat at the table near the window, had a splendid view of setting sun. Clouds were dyed crimson, reminding her of nothing else but blood.
OOC: sorry for such tasteless post, I had no idea what to write and my head was (and still is) empty of any good ideas. xD
by Miseria Lupin Thu Oct 25, 2012 6:58 pm