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Post by Andrew Hurst on Jun 22, 2009 19:32:57 GMT -5
What was there to do in Diagon Alley? Andrew was tired of just sitting around, doing nothing. He needed to be productive but he wasn't sure what kind of production he should do. Sure, the sink in his kitchen needed fixing. That wouldn't be a problem. He was a decent handy man when it came to small stuff like fixing a leak. Maybe he should head over to a muggle shop to get the plumbing supplies he needed. Sure, he could have used magic to fix it, but the sink needed a new pipe anyway. He would do that before he returned home. Now, it was just time to walk around Diagon Alley.
The air was dry with no breeze blowing. Thank goodness. Andrew didn't care to much for freezing in the wind during winter. It always seemed to have a nice bite to it.
He walked down the street slowly, glancing into each shop thinking if he wanted anything. Finally, Andrew came to a stop and walked into the Three Broomsticks for a quick stop and to get warm.
Taking off his gloves, he settled into an empty booth. The place seemed to be empty except for him, the barmaid, and two other people. "Butterbeer please," he called to the barmaid.
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Post by August Heally on Jul 29, 2009 13:25:34 GMT -5
August, on the other hand, loved the winter. Maybe it was a small way of rebelling against his given name, but he loved dressing well in a scarf and a nice cloak, and the brisk air that the cold created always made him feel a little more alert. It was better than summer months, when sometimes the heat could get so bad, he'd have no energy for anything.
He was on no specific mission in Diagon Alley today, but he had his camera in hand, a muggle one that used old 35mm film, and was taking pictures of things that interested him. Candid shots of people in particular intrigued him, and he wandered into the Three Broomsticks to see what characters he could find in there.
Unfortunately, it was nearly empty, though the barmaid smiled at him, and he saw a back of the head that he recognized well.
"Andrew," he said, walking up to the guy. "Butterbeer, really?"
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Post by Andrew Hurst on Jul 29, 2009 13:56:17 GMT -5
Andrew half expected the be alone for the day since it wasn't one of the usual nights out and there wasn't anything planned. Although, the familiar voice led to no surprise. Almost anywhere he went it seemed that August wasn't too far behind.
"Of course butterbeer," he said turning his head with a grin. "I feel like being a kid again." Andrew gave a laugh before taking a drink from the mug.
August had been his best friend since the beginning of school. Luckily they remained friends after school, although Andrew never thought of a reason why they wouldn't be.
"What about you? Trying to take pictures of different people?"
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Post by August Heally on Mar 18, 2010 17:40:40 GMT -5
August just laughed and shook his head. "Yeah, I dunno about you, but I always thought one of the perks of being a real life grown up was that we got to have grown up Butter beer," he teased Andrew, ordering firewhiskey. Hey, it had been a brutally long day as far as he was concerned. Being imprisoned, yelled at, all of the above.
The next question made August laugh.
"You wanna hear what happened to me today, Andrew? My job, I swear. We got an anonymous tip this morning, and Paige and I answered... my me trying to take pictures and Paige's big mouth landed us both in Azkaban."
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Post by Andrew Hurst on Mar 18, 2010 20:05:52 GMT -5
It was Andrew's turn to laugh. "Seriously," he asked looking extremely amused. "That's one hell of a day." He gave a shake of his head. "I would say that I couldn't imagine you getting thrown into Azkaban but that would be some what of a lie." Andrew was just joking.
"So why did you get thrown into Azkaban exactly? Were you being your usual stubborn self?" August's day sounded a lot better than his, even if there was the being thrown in prison part.
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Post by August Heally on Jan 14, 2012 3:01:10 GMT -5
"Yeah, and that was all before 10AM," August said with a laugh, shrugged. "Whatever.... it's not the first time I've been thrown in jail. I live a hard life," he joked.
He laughed again when Andrew continued. His friend knew him way too well.
"Some slag from the Ministry was telling us we had no right to be there. Which is crap, you know. We had every right, and we weren't disturbing anything. Anyway, she had us thrown in jail. Noelle had to come bail us out.... and again, it's probably not the first time she's had to do that, either. I may have snapped a picture of the Ministry woman, anyway, and that probably made her a little angry. I can't help myself. But enough about your law-breaking friend. How have you been?"
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