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Post by Boone Cohen on May 6, 2006 19:25:58 GMT
Staring at his glass, he wondered. Had anyone really missed him during those years? No. No one had even remembered his name. No one had recognized him. Though, he couldn't blame them. When he'd first gotten his hands on a mirror and taken a look at himself, he could hardly believe his appearance. White hair, thin to the bone... he'd even gotten taller. Who'd have thought? Smiling to himself, he took a small sip of his beer and looked around the place. It had become fairly different since his last visit in seventh year. Probably had a new owner, too. Making a note to himself to meet the owner, he took yet another sip, and lost himself in his thoughts, which were easy to get lost in... if you'd been through what he had.
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Post by Elizabeth Aphrodite on May 6, 2006 20:22:32 GMT
Deity sniffed silently to herself as she glanced around the rather empty pub, she knew a few of the regulars but one man struck her. She glanced at him, a rather thin tall man that had silver white hair. She examined the unfamiliar looking man, he had a hint of familiarity in him and this struck oddness at Deity. She didn't understand why he was familiar looking yet so unfamiliar to her mind.
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Post by Boone Cohen on May 6, 2006 22:06:07 GMT
Silas set his glass down, and blinked. The hat hadn't known what house to put him in. He had frozen, unable to believe it. Slytherin or Ravenclaw, those were the two he had been prefering. Hufflepuff sounded like nothing he wanted to be a part of, and Gryffindor... nah. He could be brave and noble, sure, but he had been raised to be against Gryffindor. Against Potter. He'd decided he'd make his own decision on the Potter issue, but he'd always disliked Gryffindor more. He took another sip. The hat had finally decided to put him in Slytherin, and after hearing its last few thoughts, he was happy. For the hat, it had been between Slytherin and Gryffindor. He would take Slytherin. Finishing the glass off, he set it down, and stared at it for a moment, his eyes seeming to stare past it, almost at something else...
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Post by Elizabeth Aphrodite on May 6, 2006 22:50:47 GMT
Deity noticed the oddly familiar looking man had finished his drink and she walked up to his table, "Hey, can I get you anything else to drink?" she asked curiously. She wasn't curious abotu his order but about who he actually was. She knew the regulars by name and this guy was one that she didn't know, one that she hadn't seen in the bar before. Deity stood by the table, her curling blonde hair falling onto her shoulders in grace, a clean and tidy rag was clipped to her robes and her black eyes scanned the room in grace.
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Post by Boone Cohen on May 6, 2006 23:28:04 GMT
OOC: Boy... she's graceful...
IC: The man's eyes flicked up, looking at the woman, though his head didn't move whatsoever. A small smile crossed his face. "Why not... a bit more... of some brandy, thanks." Curiosity. That had gotten him in some bad situations... and nearly gotten him killed in others. But... it had given him an advantage on numerous occasions. Curiosity killed the cat... right?
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Post by Elizabeth Aphrodite on May 7, 2006 10:29:38 GMT
((Lol, yep))
Deity arched an eyebrow slightly and nodded as she flicked her wand, his glass levitated back to the bar and refilled itself. After it was filled to the top, it apparated back onto the table that she had just ran a cloth over. She wondered if she should press him but thought better of it as he seemed to be in thought.
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Post by Boone Cohen on May 7, 2006 10:36:57 GMT
OOC: I wanna do something really... 'dramatic' or dumb... like maybe fill Boone's name in there... that'd be so... i never did say who exactly it was... Boone could have dyed his hair...
IC: The man nodded a thanks, and took a sip. He'd always liked the Hog's Head. Usually. Now, as he sat there drinking, being watched by the woman, he peered around a bit more, still not bothering to move his head. Not much had changed. Some dust had moved. Some decorations had been taken down, but had quickly been replaced. It was, if you wanted to call it, the same. But not the same as 16 years before. Had they missed him? No. But he'd make sure the kids knew who he was. And when he was done with this school, everyone would remember him. Except the dead ones.
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Post by Elizabeth Aphrodite on May 7, 2006 12:02:35 GMT
Deity nodded in return and quickly returned to the bar. As she was cleaning the bartop, she wondered who he was and what he was doing here. He looked somewhat out of place in the bar, even though it was as old looking as him. [[Lol, you could do. That would be weird though ]]
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Post by Boone Cohen on May 7, 2006 12:35:25 GMT
Silas slunk down in his seat a bit, still thinking. He was only 32. He'd gone to Hogwarts until he was what, 18? Then, he'd disappeared for 16 years... so... here he was. What a life. To have been educated then to have disappeared. What a waste of schooling. Not that he'd have really used it much. He used that schooling on his travels, during his disappearance. And now, here he was, sitting in a pub, with a woman staring at him. Great.
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Post by Elizabeth Aphrodite on May 7, 2006 12:38:21 GMT
Yes, Deity was staring at the man that she knew so well but couldn't quite place. She rolled her eyes, at herself mainly and walked back over to him, "Hey," she began, "Haven't seen you around here before, new here?" she asked the man, though she wasn't sure if he'd reply or not.
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Post by Boone Cohen on May 7, 2006 12:41:40 GMT
His eyes flicked up to look at her, and he blinked at her question. He thought for a moment. Had he been here before... he most certainly had been in the pub, sixteen years prior... but no, he hadn't been in THIS pub, this new one, a bit different... but one could always tell minor differences, after knowing something for so long. "No," he replied. "I haven't been here before."
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Post by Elizabeth Aphrodite on May 7, 2006 12:55:33 GMT
Deity nodded, she had no idea why he was so familiar looking but chose to not bother with it. She smiled, "Fair enough" she said as she turned on her heels and walked into the celler in order to change the barrel of Firewhiskey, that was running out by now. She knew he didn't want to talk about it so didn't bother to push him, trying to leave her own mind at ease now.
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Post by Boone Cohen on May 7, 2006 12:59:33 GMT
And now, he took another sip, and thought just a bit more. No one had cared about the lives lost... no one had cared about the lives taken... so why did he? He shouldn't, he knew, but... he shrugged, and finished his glass. Hoping the woman was going to get some firewhiskey, he sat back up in his chair and waited, rather bored. And trying not to think anymore.
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Post by Elizabeth Aphrodite on May 7, 2006 13:12:12 GMT
[[Gonna go work so don't spam me with abusive PMs ]] Deity returned from the celler once she had finished changing the barrels, sighing slightly at the emptyness of the pub, she poured herself a Firewhiskey. She sat down on a stool behind the bar and began sipping her drink as she waited for something to do.
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Post by Boone Cohen on May 7, 2006 18:51:14 GMT
"Mind if I have some of that firewhisky? I'm rather parched..." Silas swallowed the last of the spit that had gathered in his mouth, and bit his lip. He was getting hungry too. And it was the perfect excuse- oppurtunity to meet that woman who continued to stare at him... like he was about to attack her or something.
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