Post by mystieglass on Oct 3, 2006 12:19:16 GMT -5
It was absolutely chucking iot down outside, and it was a very dull day. Mystie stumbled into the Hogs head, and the bar tender sneered.
"Good day Ms Glass. Butterbeer?" He asked, getting out a single dusty butterbeer. Mystie nodded and handed over the money. She thanked him and was about to walk away, but the bar tender had hold of her shoulder, and he was looking unusually smug.
Mystie turned to face him, retching at the state of his fingernails.
"What ..." She said, not attempting the smile.
"Do you want?"
The bartender possibly beamed, and leaned forward over the bar, his hand still on her shoulder. Mystie was about to shove it away before ...
"Mr Glass is in the corner." He sneered, and Mystie took a while to realize what he had just said. She stood there for a minute, staring him in the face.
"W-w-what? You're joking." She stuttered, brushing his hand away, before looking to the corner, where a small silhoette was sitting, his face not visible under the black cloak.
She didn't look ton the bartender again, and shuffled over to the silhoette, the butterbeer clutched in her hand.
"E-excuse me?" She muttered, looking at the figure. She could smell his breath even from where she was standing.
"Wha' d'ya want?" The man grunted, he was obviously drunk. Mystie recognised his voice, and was trembling, frozen to the spot.
"Wha' d'y- oh ho ho!" He laughed, turning to her.
"My little Mystie. How're y' now?" He slurred, getting to his feet, and not standing much taller that Mystie.
"I haven't seen ya in a long time!" He said, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and leaning on her, positively crushing her.
"I-I-I've r-really g-g-got to g-go..." She squeaked, terrified. She hadn't seen her father for years, and this was terrifying.
"Nah ya' don't," He laughed, placing the tip of his wand underneath her chin.
"L-Leave me alone. You're drunk!" She said, trying to push him away, but her was nearly strangling her from holding her so tightly. The bartender had disappeared into the back room, and there was absolutely no one else left in the dreary pub. She just wished that someone would come and help. He was really stong, despite the fact that he was completely drunk.
Mystieslowly moved her hand to the inside of her robes, and grabbed her wand. Slowly withdrawing it, her father made a quick move, knocking it to the ground.
"Oh no ya' don'." He grinned, and Mystie realized that he was missing several teeth.
"You're evil!" She choked. He really was trying to strangle her now. She dropped her butterbeer and it smashed on the floor.
"It's all you're faul' you know!" He shouted. Mystie knew what he was talking about, and would argue, but couldn't breathe properly, so decided to stay silent.
"Talk t' me!"
Mystie grabbed his arm and tried to fight him off. She really couldn't breathe. He was going to strangle her!
As she was about to give up, she heard the door open, and opened her eyes to look to know it was.
"HELP!" She choked, praying that they would. She just hoped that it wasn't a friend of her father's, which it probably would be, seeing as it was the Hogs Head, and her father happened to be a death eater.
"Please..."[/font]
"Good day Ms Glass. Butterbeer?" He asked, getting out a single dusty butterbeer. Mystie nodded and handed over the money. She thanked him and was about to walk away, but the bar tender had hold of her shoulder, and he was looking unusually smug.
Mystie turned to face him, retching at the state of his fingernails.
"What ..." She said, not attempting the smile.
"Do you want?"
The bartender possibly beamed, and leaned forward over the bar, his hand still on her shoulder. Mystie was about to shove it away before ...
"Mr Glass is in the corner." He sneered, and Mystie took a while to realize what he had just said. She stood there for a minute, staring him in the face.
"W-w-what? You're joking." She stuttered, brushing his hand away, before looking to the corner, where a small silhoette was sitting, his face not visible under the black cloak.
She didn't look ton the bartender again, and shuffled over to the silhoette, the butterbeer clutched in her hand.
"E-excuse me?" She muttered, looking at the figure. She could smell his breath even from where she was standing.
"Wha' d'ya want?" The man grunted, he was obviously drunk. Mystie recognised his voice, and was trembling, frozen to the spot.
"Wha' d'y- oh ho ho!" He laughed, turning to her.
"My little Mystie. How're y' now?" He slurred, getting to his feet, and not standing much taller that Mystie.
"I haven't seen ya in a long time!" He said, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and leaning on her, positively crushing her.
"I-I-I've r-really g-g-got to g-go..." She squeaked, terrified. She hadn't seen her father for years, and this was terrifying.
"Nah ya' don't," He laughed, placing the tip of his wand underneath her chin.
"L-Leave me alone. You're drunk!" She said, trying to push him away, but her was nearly strangling her from holding her so tightly. The bartender had disappeared into the back room, and there was absolutely no one else left in the dreary pub. She just wished that someone would come and help. He was really stong, despite the fact that he was completely drunk.
Mystieslowly moved her hand to the inside of her robes, and grabbed her wand. Slowly withdrawing it, her father made a quick move, knocking it to the ground.
"Oh no ya' don'." He grinned, and Mystie realized that he was missing several teeth.
"You're evil!" She choked. He really was trying to strangle her now. She dropped her butterbeer and it smashed on the floor.
"It's all you're faul' you know!" He shouted. Mystie knew what he was talking about, and would argue, but couldn't breathe properly, so decided to stay silent.
"Talk t' me!"
Mystie grabbed his arm and tried to fight him off. She really couldn't breathe. He was going to strangle her!
As she was about to give up, she heard the door open, and opened her eyes to look to know it was.
"HELP!" She choked, praying that they would. She just hoped that it wasn't a friend of her father's, which it probably would be, seeing as it was the Hogs Head, and her father happened to be a death eater.
"Please..."[/font]