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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2017 20:50:54 GMT
Coree traveled everywhere to sing. She had wanted to be a singer ever since she was a little girl. She worked hard in Hogwarts just so she would be able to start her career. Coree loved to sing and she was back home for a few weeks. Being back made her sad but she knew that there was plently of time for her to spend with friends and the possibility to make new friends.
Today coree was going to visit Hogsmeade and have a butter beer at the Hogshead. Everyone knew the Hogshead had the absolute best butter beer. Coree was wearing a pair of black jean shorts, a pair of black boots, a yellow tank top and a black leather jacket on top. Her red hair bounced around her shoulders and she smiled brightly. Coree grabbed her bag and walked out of the door.
With a snap she was walking down the sidewalk in Hogsmeade smiling gently. Coree found her self in front of the hogs head and she smiled walking in gently. Her eyes scanned the room. Walking to the bar she ordered a butter beer and smiled lightly walked iver to a table and drank lightly. She smiled brightly and pulled out her book working on her song lyrics.
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Post by berkley appleyard on Oct 15, 2017 23:25:00 GMT
It was a quite a warm day considering it was autumn and they were closing in on Halloween. Berkley had decided to go into Hogsmeade to grab a couple of things like ink and quills and maybe have a drink or two in either the Three Broomsticks or maybe the Hog's Head. He had decided yet. He always liked to go to the Scrivenshafts personally to choose his quills especially as he liked to make sure that he got the feel of it right. There was nothing worse in his mind than writing with a quill that did fit well in his hand.
He found a couple of quills, he especially liked the one with the black hawk feather and some fresh ink as new quills needed new ink. Stepping out he let his feet do the deciding for the day and instead of heading towards the friendliness of the Broomsticks they instead took him towards the Hog's Head.
Odd, he thought, but then maybe it wasn't. In times like these he shouldn't fight it as there was probably a reason his intuition was leading him this way instead of a more comfortable and familiar environment. Pushing open the door he scanned the gloom of the pub and his eyes lit on the only brightness in the room. A redhead sitting at the bar. She seemed familiar like Berk had seen her before but his usual good memory was failing him at the moment. Heading over he took the seat next to her and ordered a mug of mead.
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