Post by wood on Jul 4, 2011 16:58:27 GMT -5
Oliver rubbed his eyes tiredly, wandering down the street in Hogsmeade, feeling... well, feeling very old. He was dressed casually, in a pair of army fatigue shorts and a black ribbed sleeveless shirt, and he could feel eyes on him as he made his way down the cobblestone road. Tucking his hands into the pockets of his shorts, he cursed the summer weather.
It was the hottest summer they’d had in years, and he was completely sick of it. Even in the very scant amount of clothing he was wearing, Oliver found that he was beginning to sweat. That was why he had never been so glad to see the door of the Three Broomsticks, which he held open for the gaggle of girls that had arrived at the same time. After they were inside, he moved over the threshold as well, relishing the cool air of the establishment as he made his way towards the bar. Generally speaking, Oliver waited until there was an open table before sneaking over to it and taking a seat facing away from the door.
Ordering a firewhiskey, Oliver smiled at Rosemerta, who he noticed was eying him in a way he’d never seen her do when he was at school. It was almost flirtatious, and Oliver wasn’t sure he liked it. Of course, usually it wouldn’t bother him, but she was a lot older than he was, and it sort of frightened him. He turned, glancing towards the door to see if anyone he knew was in sight, and caught view of a bunch of students, once again making him feel quite old, and quite odd. It was weird being back here, it was weird to be around a bunch of people that were at one point his peers and who now came to watch him play in the professional league. Brushing it off, Oliver took a long drink, the liquid burning all the way down.
It was the hottest summer they’d had in years, and he was completely sick of it. Even in the very scant amount of clothing he was wearing, Oliver found that he was beginning to sweat. That was why he had never been so glad to see the door of the Three Broomsticks, which he held open for the gaggle of girls that had arrived at the same time. After they were inside, he moved over the threshold as well, relishing the cool air of the establishment as he made his way towards the bar. Generally speaking, Oliver waited until there was an open table before sneaking over to it and taking a seat facing away from the door.
Ordering a firewhiskey, Oliver smiled at Rosemerta, who he noticed was eying him in a way he’d never seen her do when he was at school. It was almost flirtatious, and Oliver wasn’t sure he liked it. Of course, usually it wouldn’t bother him, but she was a lot older than he was, and it sort of frightened him. He turned, glancing towards the door to see if anyone he knew was in sight, and caught view of a bunch of students, once again making him feel quite old, and quite odd. It was weird being back here, it was weird to be around a bunch of people that were at one point his peers and who now came to watch him play in the professional league. Brushing it off, Oliver took a long drink, the liquid burning all the way down.