OOC: just so ya know, you posted this in the Hog's Head, not the Leaky Cauldron, no biggy!
Carlisle stood outside the Hog's Head unsure of what to expect. There were days when he walked in almost sure he was surrounded by dark wizards; he hoped it wasn't true and that they were just mores dodgy characters. He decided to take the chance and walk in and take a look around. There was a young man sitting at the bar, flirting away with the barmaid, and a dodgy looking fellow sitting in a corner table by himself. He approached the bar and sternly said Butterbeer, please, cold. As the barmaid returned with his drink he paid her and smiled while sayingThank you. Carlisle turned to walk out the door and find a table to sit at when all of a sudden he was run into sending his butterbeer flying, with the majority of it landing on a girl he hadn't noticed before.
Hey, watch out! he said, taking a step back to fully look at the girl...or rather woman, and an absolutely gorgeous one at that, how had he not noticed her when he walked in? She seemed to be the only spark of light in this gloomy place. And now, thanks to his temper, his jaw was clenched, his fist was tightened, and he had just yelled at her. He took another step back and thought about the situation, trying to calm himself down and realizing this anger couldn't be allowed to get the best of him all the time.
Seriously, I am so sorry, whatever you were drinking I'll get you another one, I'll buy you new clothes, whatever I need to do to make this up to you.
Carlisle was shocked that she had run into him, but being the chivalrous and slightly awkward man he was, he knew it was best to take the blame upon himself. Especially since he had probably frightened her when he told her to watch out, as if it were truly her fault. Relax, accidents happen you idiot he thought to himself. He had remembered seeing this girl before, back when he was still a younger student in Hogwarts, but she had been a Ravenclaw and he had mostly stuck with his fellow Gryffindors. Tonight, he had visited the Hog's Head in hope of a good conversation and a relaxing butter beer and instead he had ruined someones outfit and maybe even their mood. He was furious with himself for raising his voice at her. He grimaced and quietly said, Please forgive me for raising my voice, my anger tends to get the best of me. I am Carlisle, and you may call me Carlisle or James, but please, not Carl. as he reached his hand out to shake hers.
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