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Post by sadie on Aug 2, 2006 13:33:25 GMT -5
Aiden walked in to the Three Broomstick and glanced around a warm glow was upon it. This was a nice place to drink, it was quiet little bar not to many drunk occupied it and that is why he liked it. He sauntered over to the counter and sat down at the counter he was greeted and he ordered, "I will have vodka on the rocks...."
He smirked and they put it down in front of him. He eyeballed the glass before he took a swig out of it. And looked around it was quite empty tonight and he was looking for companionship. He chugged it down and ordered another one. He looked around the bar and there were a couple students that sat in a far corner. He bit his lip and shut his eyes lightly. The bar was quite warm right now and he enjoyed the heat, but he would prefer it being a bit colder, because he hates extreme heat. He liked the nice mild weather it reminded him of home.
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Post by Seth Silver on Aug 2, 2006 15:57:05 GMT -5
Oione would never understand, would she? Sighing despondently, Seth shuffled out of Honeydukes, tossing the chocolate bar he had nicked into the mud. What use was chocolate when he wasn't eating it anyway? The anger and sense of hopelessness that had permeated Seth since the fateful meeting in the Owlery was stronger than ever. How could he make her see that the only way to get through this was to join the Knights? What would become of her if she really did decided to betray her family? Despite everything he tld himself, Seth couldn't help but feel a bit afraid for his friend.
'It's not like I care what she does,' he reminded himself for the sixth time, drawing a few curious looks from passersby. 'She can kill herself, she can. S'not like I care any.'
He never really had been very good a lying to himself. Shoving his fists into the warm pockets of his school robes, he decided it would do no good standing in the middle of Hogsmeade and brooding. What he needed was a stiff drink and a duel. Luckily, the Three Broomsticks was not very far and Madam Rosmerta was always willing to slip him a pint of firewhiskey if he promised not to get himself in trouble. Not that he ever kept those promises, but it was a nice sentiment.
The Three Broomsticks was nearly empty today, which was rather unusual. Shrugging it off, Seth strode purposefully toward the bar and gave Rosmerta a friendly smirk, which she returned.
'What'll it be for you, dearie? Butterbeer today, is it?'
He nodded, his smirk widening at the twinkle in her eyes, and dropped onto an empty stool. The firewhiskey came along in moments, its warmth comforting him better than a thousand Cruciatuses aimed at Oione would ever be able to. This had to have been the best decision he'd made all day. Firewhiskey and lovely Rosmerta and this warm tavern and the lightheadedness his second pint brought on . . . . Oione would have thrown a fit if she could see him. Oione wasn't here, was she? She didn't care about Seth anymore. Nope. The only person who cared for him was him, and Rosmerta. She was good, she was.
'Do I know you?'
The boy sitting a few stools down looked horribly familar. Seth frowned, squinting to have a better look. His entire body leaned forward, the stool swaying gently beneath him, but enough to warn that it was going to tip over should he decide to lean any farther. A pint and a half was not nearly enough. He took another wig, staring at the ambre liquid in fascination. That boy over there looked awfully familar . . . .
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Post by sadie on Aug 2, 2006 16:04:39 GMT -5
Aiden watched the boy walk in and sit down next to him, it was Seth Silver. He seemed to be deep in to thought about something. He went to Hogwarts was in Slytherin and also Irish like himself. They rarely talked but they know each other because well when you are irish you know who else is irish in the school. His dark brown eyes looked at the boy curiously. He looked at Rosmerta and said, "His drinks are on me tonight, get me two jagermeister shots..."
She put them down and he downed it and looked at him and laughed softly, Seth was irish he was no where close to being drunk and Aiden knew it. He laughed and said, "You know me...Aiden Finnigan....I might be familar because my father plays on the Irish National name that is also why I might look familar because I look a lot like my father..."
He flashed his warm smile and looked at Seth slightly, knowing this is probably the only time they will get along because he was a Slytherin. Don't get him wrong he got a long with some Slytherins but Seth wasn't that type or so he thought, he might prove him wrong.
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Post by Seth Silver on Aug 2, 2006 16:19:05 GMT -5
'Finnigan,' Seth repeated slowly, mulling it over in his mind. Ah, yes. Gryffindor Finnigan, the Irish boy. He smirked into his drink, licking his lips. It had been odd at first, coming from Limerick to Hogwarts, where most of the school was British. Seth, with his queer accent and odd manner, had stuck out like a troll amongst a sea of Veela. He snorted into his firewhiskey at the analogy, returning his attention to Finnigan.
'Don't keep up with Quidditch much, but the mater knows your father, she does. Met him in school, didn't she?' Pushing the empty tankard away, Seth warmly accepted the full one Rosmerta pushed at him, ignoring her worried glance. He promised to stay out of trouble, didn't he? He might actually keep that promise for once, if Finnigan turned out to be of any interest. 'You're from Ireland, aren't you? Could've sworn it was you.'
Narrowing his eyes, Seth stared at the boy, as if expecting a tiny flag or a message to appear from under the Gryffindor's cloak and prove his assumptions to be correct. Another gulp of firewhiskey and he was smiling for real now. The mater didn't approve of drinking, but that never stopped her having a few glasses of wine at those disgusting things she had the gall to call dinner parties. She would no doubt have been cross with him. Firewhiskey was only an approved substance in the manor because Augustus outright refused to give up his drink for a 'cross - eyed, hypocritical, bow- legged nutter'.
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Post by sadie on Aug 2, 2006 16:26:00 GMT -5
He laughed slightly he was straight of Ireland born and raised he laughed and said, "Yea I am from Ireland, I was born and raised in Dublin....then I came here and was surroned by Brits.......I miss good old Ireland.....that is the prettiest country in the world..."
He laughed slightly and downed his other shot of Jager and ordered, "I would like some Whiskey on the rocks please...."
Rosmerta handed it to him and shook her head slightly. She knew she was going to have to drunk irish lads in her pub tonight and she wasn't looking forward to trying to get them out at the end of the night. He drank it and then asked, "Where in Ireland are you from?"
He had no clue never did he see him around Dublin. But he rarely left his fathers side when he was little to actually meet a whole lot of kids. He was a spinning image of his father too at this age. He downed the glass and said, "Keep em coming..."
Rosmerta put another one down in front of him and he snatched it up and started to drink it waiting for Seths answer. His father never had a problem with him drinking, he figured he had been threw enough in his life he could drink if he wanted too.
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Post by Seth Silver on Aug 2, 2006 16:44:36 GMT -5
'Limerick,' said Seth shortly, choking on his firewhiskey. 'Don't see many people and such at the manor, but I sneak out sometimes. Lovely place, innit?'
Smiling vaguely, he drummed his fingers on the wood of the bar, the firewhiskey clutched tightly in pale, white - knuckled hands. This had to have been the smartest thing he'd done since . . . he couldn't even remember when. It was nice sitting in the Three Broomsticks and talking to Finnigan as if nothing mattered but his firewhiskey and a good conversation. No Oione, no prefects, no professors, no Augustus, no Knights --- perfect.
'The mater hates it, of course. She's always going on about living in some common man's country, surrounded by filthy Irish and rain, but I reckon she only says it now. She likes the quiet. And Augustus, well, he's from there, isn't he? From Cork, and the mater come out of Manchester --- that's in England, that is.'
His tongue was slowly beginning to loosen. The fourth drink came and Seth, thanking Rosmerta profusely, downed a quarter of it in one gulp, gurgling through the fiery liquid about 'the madam's' lovely new hairtsyle. If he complimented her enough, she'd give him a plate of biscuits and a hang - over potion for the morning. Seth had a feeling he would be needing that potion.
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Post by sadie on Aug 3, 2006 20:50:47 GMT -5
He laughed and said, "Yea it is a really nice place I use to go to dinner parties with my family there all the time...my family loved to drag me to stuff when I was little......Hey Rosmerta can you get me some more vodka on the rocks...."
She poured him some and he took a long drink of it and then looked at Seth he was a typical irish boy like himself. He chuckled and said, "So ya we are the only to irish lads in this school, and the irish always have ladies falling all over them I am sure you can agree to that lad......"
He chuckled his big brown eyes looked at Seth, he was suprised he was getting drunk with a Slytherin, the only Slytherin he drank with was Clarissa. He laughed and said, "
He listened to Seth talked and nodded his head, both his parents were born and raised in Ireland. They loved it there, when Aiden settled down her planned on settling down there it was a lovely place. What he liked the most was how they had so many pubs in one area. He said, "The local pub in Limerick is amazing!"
He smirked and looked at him knowing he would agree, every local would agree.
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Post by Seth Silver on Aug 3, 2006 20:59:29 GMT -5
Nodding sagely, Seth agreed, 'Yeah, yeah. The local there is ace. Been sloshed there twice in my life, I have. And the last time some barmy old Muggle woman has the gall to drag me to one of those whaddya - call - ems . . . er . . . Confession. Kicked me out, didn't they? Nutters . . . .'
Shaking his head, Seth downed the last of the drink and promptly called for another. Oione had better be far, far away when he came back to the Slytherin common room tonight. She'd murder him for this, wouldn't she?
'Give us a song, Finnigan, and I'll buy a round for the whole place, I will,' announced Seth grandly, smacking his lips. He attempted (and failed) to swing his feet onto the countre, giving Rosmerta a lopsided grin as she shooed him off. 'D'you know James Conolly? Heard that one all the time in the local, I did. That and Kevin Barry. Go on with the first verse!'
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Post by sadie on Aug 3, 2006 21:10:57 GMT -5
Aiden chuckled and began to think of all the old irish folk songs he heard a long time ago. He started to hear a tune in his head, he was quite a good little irish singer might he add. He looked at Seth and realized they were making this in to an irish bar tonight, in a good irish pub you always had some irish bloke singing. A smirk set across his face when he figured out what exactly he was going to sing. He remember this song from when he would walk by the docks in Dublin he would here all the sailor men singing it. He began to tap his foot to get the beat going so he would have something to back his song up. He finally then busted in to song,
"It if wasn't for the ships that do sail, that do sail,
It if wasn't for the ships that do sail,
Dublin Lady wouldn't have to sit alone upon her stool,
It if wasn't for the ships that do sail.
If it wasn't for the butter tubs and coal all in the hold,
Dublin Lady wouldn't have to spend her nights alone and cold,
If it wasn't for the kegs of beer and cattle in the pen,
Dublin Lady wouldn't miss her sailor laddie now and then,
If it wasn't for the Irish Sea so narrow with no reef,
Dublin Lady wouldn't have to sit and weep all in her grief,
It's because of the Irish Sea so narrow with no reef,
It's because of those ships that do sail,
Dublin Lady has to sit and weep alone all in her grief,
It's because of those ships that do sail."
People were clapping and singing along in the bar. Aiden was smirking from cheek to cheek. He was red in the face when he was done and screamed, "Jager me Rosmerta!
Aiden said, "There you go some John Conolly, Dublin Lady....what do you think?"
He raised his eyebrow and looked at him curiously. This brought back memories of his past. A smile came to his face and he tipped back in his chair and held his balance. He ran his fingers threw his wavy black hair. Rosmerta put down a Jager and he downed it. He laughed and said, "Seth you are amazing I have decided, no one can really ever get me to sing in a bar!"
The people in the bar looked at Aiden in amazement, he said, "We make a good bar duo!"
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Post by Seth Silver on Aug 3, 2006 21:29:37 GMT -5
'That's a good one, that is,' Seth said enthusiastically, nodding his head. 'You've got a good voice for singing, mind. Me -- I can't carry a tune to save my life.' He laughed, taking a deep draught of firewhiskey before slamming it into the table, which aroused the attention of several old men who had been sitting quietly in the back. 'Give us a bit of the Irish Rebel, eh? That's my favourite.'
It was Augustus's favourite as well, if Seth remembered correctly. He had grown up to the off - key sounds of Kevin Barry and James Conolly floating out from his step - father's study late at night, and the songs stuck with him since. Kevin Barry was a favourite in the local back home, and one that Seth knew well, although he preferred the lyrics to the Irish Rebel.
'A great crowd had gathered outside of Kilmainham
with their heads all uncovred, they knelt on the ground
For inside that grim prison lay a true Irish soldier
His life for his country about to lay down
He went to his death like a true son of Ireland
The firing party he bravely did face
Then the order rang out 'present arms, fire!'
James Connolly fell into a ready-made grave!' began Seth, leaning his head back. He laughed as a man sitting against the wall joined in, motioning for Aiden to do so as well.
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Post by sadie on Aug 4, 2006 11:21:24 GMT -5
Aiden laughed and started clapping the tune for Seth and then looked around laughed and cut in, "What are you saying you cant sing, you pretty good my friend?"
Maybe it was all the booze making him sound good, or maybe he actually did sound good and Seth was too modest. He then laughed and Aiden said, "Rosmerta get us to tall glasses of firewhiskey pronto!"
She slammed them down and Aiden grabbed his up and started chugging. He looked at Seth and then ran his fingers threw his hair and bit down on his tongue and said, "You are nuts, dude to bad we didn't start hanging out along time ago...."
Right now Aiden reallly didn't care if he was a slytherin or not, when Aiden liked a person as a friend he didn't care what house they were in. Aiden had a shit eatin grin across his face as he looked at Seth he was nearing being quite drunk.
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Post by Seth Silver on Aug 4, 2006 11:35:54 GMT -5
'Ah, no!' Seth protested, grinning, as he finished off yet another pint of firewhiskey. He ordered another, much to Rosmerta's dismay. She didn't like seeing two young boys drunk in her tavern. They weren't even legal yet, and she knew Seth well enough to know that he would most likely find himself in trouble sooner or later. Still, the drinks were delivered. 'Oi, think i'm nearly sloshed, mate!'
The once quiet place was beginning to pick up with excitement. A group of Scots near the bar were standing now, their drinks raised. They began another song, which Seth and a few others joined in, ending with Rosmerta slamming down more drinks at their table. The men cheered, so Seth cheered, and then the entire place was cheering, including a reluctant Rosmerta.
'Give us a lager, Rosmerta!' He smirked cheekily as she slapped him around the side of his head, adding, 'Please, Madam.'
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Post by sadie on Aug 4, 2006 14:58:42 GMT -5
Aiden began to laugh and proclaimed, "Okay I think we definetly can't go back to school tonight....."
The bar had now turned in to an uproar. Aiden was loving every single moment of it though. He was laughing and he just had this dumb grin across his face. He ran his fingers threw his wavy hair, he knew the humidity if the bar was making it super curly so he was trying to smooth it down. He then looked at the Scot that were singing and he laughed and mumbled, "Those crazy Scots....."
He ordered another pint of firewhiskey and downed it. He looked around and seen they were the youngest people in the bar, but both of them could easily pass for legal drinking age so it was okay! He leaned back in his chair once more and he just liked taking the atmosphere in.
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Post by wowposter on Sept 17, 2008 23:48:11 GMT -5
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Post by wowposter on Oct 30, 2008 5:57:15 GMT -5
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