Post by Jackie Lupin on Jun 27, 2012 8:12:10 GMT -5
The carriage ride into Hogsmeade isn't a long one but it was much shorter when she was a student and the only thing separating her from the village was the shrieking shack. Now, with a job and something close enough to stability living in London, she's rarely made the journey back over. Her life, now occupied with her tiny four walled apartment and growing shoe collection and field job rarely gave her time for company or socialization. Suffice to say, she's missed it. Quite a bit. Jackie fondly thinks back to her school days and remembers friends upon friends upon friends upon adventure and more friends. It's with a wary sigh and a slight sway to the carriage indicating they've stopped that she peers out the tiny window and releases her first hint at a smile in ages. "Hello, my old friend," she whispers to the populated bustle of the village, climbing out of the carriage and thanking the driver kindly. Even for mid-June, the air around Hogwarts and Hogsmeade always seemed chillier and it was with this thought in mind this morning that she dressed in warmer robes, which she tugs tighter around her now.
Chestnut colored hair dances around her face in whichever direction the wind blows, her smile growing by the minute. She wouldn't dream of being recognized, is the thing. There's a new age group now and a different selection of faces attending the school or looking after the village shops. Her eyes immediately search out for the Hogshead where her aunt's boyfriend used to bartend but he hasn't been in for quite a while, last she heard. It's all slightly depressing, is the thing. She misses the faces that she had kept so close to her heart and the faces that have slowly faded away; professors, friends, boys. Joseph. Brandon. She sighs again, this time more wistful, ridding the man from her mind as she steps into the pub, the tiny bell on the handle jingling to signify her entrance. "Hello?" She asks, poking around as she enters, but the pub looks bare - a ghost town, really - and not even a bartender seems to be visible. Frowning, concerned, the former Mihael makes her way over to the bar, releasing a breath, watching disdainfully as bits of dust fall to the wooden floor boards that creak under her feet. "Is anyone here?" She tries again but Jackie feels her heart clench with sorrow when she recognizes that no, no one is. So much for company then.
Uncertain what to do with herself, she moves to a table situated by the window, overlooking the street and pulls out her wand, conjuring a cup of tea for herself. No use in going home now, she decides. Head bent , Jackie blows carefully at the steam of her tea cup, humming in appreciation when the liquid goes down nicely. It's a pity, though. This place used to be full of such life and memories. Well. One step at a time, no?
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