Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2013 23:48:40 GMT -5
THIS IS A LESSON IN PROCRASTINATION
( I kill myself because I'm so frustrated
[/b][/size] )( I kill myself because I'm so frustrated
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Done with work for the day, but it was still going. Godric had come downstairs to take over the front as more and more eleven year olds came in to get their wand, eager to do their first magical shopping, or to just get their own magical instrument to channel their powers before school started up. Or maybe their parents just wanted to get this done and out of the way. Either way, galleons upon galleons were taken, wands were given and the longest amount of time it took to find the right suitable match was for a little boy and it was nearly half an hour before he left happily with a Walnut wood wand, ten inches, and surprisingly swishy.
Griffin thanked his brother and exited not long after, intent on going directly to The Leaky Cauldron to find someone he'd desperately wanted to see again. But as he walked, he kept getting pulled aside by people who knew him from Hogwarts who wanted to introduce them to their son or daughter who would be attending the school in the fall, or returning students who had questions about the summer homework which really wasn't a heavy load. Or friends from school, because really, he wasn't that old. He wasn't even halfway there when he had to escape from a rather large family who seemed to have it in for Astronomy class. Ah well.
Once he was on the other side of the cobble stone street, he entered the shaded tavern, and looked around at the others. Some rose their glasses to him, others simply nodded at the presence of a teacher, and the descendent of the wand maker. Others were too deep in conversation to notice him walk in. Heading to the bar, he sat down at the end where he wasn't bothered by the wizarding folks and the others were at tables so that the bar was a bit lonely tonight. His eyes found one of the bartenders and he pretended to be busy with the news as he awaited her to ask him if he wanted a drink. Of course, he could call her over. But, his vocal cords seemed to be acting up.
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Credit: Arro @ Caution 2.0