Butterbeer with Siblings.
Dec 4, 2016 0:59:11 GMT
Post by Donald Westwood on Dec 4, 2016 0:59:11 GMT
Donald was so glad that he was finally able to go to Hogsmeade. He felt that it was such a privilegeto be allowed to go to the magical village next to the school and it enabled him to spend more time with his sister. He recalled last year how much he had missed her when she was to Hogsmeade. Of course she would usually bring back some Honeyduke’s sweets of smuggle back some butterbeer for him but is just wasn’t the same. Now the Westwood siblings could hang around together away from the school.
Amy had suggested, well really ordered, them to meet up in the Three Broomsticks pub. Not that Donnie minded that much, firstly he was happy to meet up with his sibling anywhere really and secondly he actually quiet liked the three broomsticks pub. It was a nice, cosy, quaint little pub and very welcoming as well. He was glad that they seemed to allow children in there. Then again he supposed having a school that allowed people 13 and over to explore the village that they would be foolish not to capitalise on all the customers that they could.
The Ravenclaw seeker entered the pub and a table. His sister was not there yet and she didn’t want to meet him at the castle. She had commanded that he go ahead of her and she would join him there. That, apparently, she had something she needed to do first and would be delayed because of that. Donnie hoped that his sister wasn’t going to stand him up. She wouldn’t do that to him, surely? He bit his lip slightly. His sister might be many things but she wasn’t the type to leave him hanging and to play with him in such a cruel fashion. Don had been really looking forward to meet her. He was just letting his paranoia get the better of him, wasn’t he? Right?
He looked around the pub slightly anxiously. If Amy was going to stand him up like that he would be devastated. It would just shatter his little heart that his own sibling was being so mean and heartless towards him. Sometimes being a worrier, having some paranoia, was a very bad thing. She is your sister, she won’t do that to you he told himself mentally.
The Welsh lad waited a while longer before Amy entered the pub. She wandered over towards Donald ”Hey...” the spiky haired pale faced boy said to his sister as she joined him. ”...want to go and grab some butterbeer?” he said pointing towards the bar.
Amy had suggested, well really ordered, them to meet up in the Three Broomsticks pub. Not that Donnie minded that much, firstly he was happy to meet up with his sibling anywhere really and secondly he actually quiet liked the three broomsticks pub. It was a nice, cosy, quaint little pub and very welcoming as well. He was glad that they seemed to allow children in there. Then again he supposed having a school that allowed people 13 and over to explore the village that they would be foolish not to capitalise on all the customers that they could.
The Ravenclaw seeker entered the pub and a table. His sister was not there yet and she didn’t want to meet him at the castle. She had commanded that he go ahead of her and she would join him there. That, apparently, she had something she needed to do first and would be delayed because of that. Donnie hoped that his sister wasn’t going to stand him up. She wouldn’t do that to him, surely? He bit his lip slightly. His sister might be many things but she wasn’t the type to leave him hanging and to play with him in such a cruel fashion. Don had been really looking forward to meet her. He was just letting his paranoia get the better of him, wasn’t he? Right?
He looked around the pub slightly anxiously. If Amy was going to stand him up like that he would be devastated. It would just shatter his little heart that his own sibling was being so mean and heartless towards him. Sometimes being a worrier, having some paranoia, was a very bad thing. She is your sister, she won’t do that to you he told himself mentally.
The Welsh lad waited a while longer before Amy entered the pub. She wandered over towards Donald ”Hey...” the spiky haired pale faced boy said to his sister as she joined him. ”...want to go and grab some butterbeer?” he said pointing towards the bar.
