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Post by Alexandra Foster on Aug 31, 2007 21:19:26 GMT
I walk slightly nervously into the Hog's Head, never having been here before, and take in the filthy sights with raised eyebrows.
Andra, what has gotten into you? a voice in my head asks, but I ignore it.
"Nice place..." I whisper over my shoulder to Peter, not quite sure why I'm whispering. Maybe because the whole place feels vaguely menacing. Or maybe because I shouldn't be here. I shrug.
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Sept 4, 2007 23:34:28 GMT
I laughed slightly. "That it is, but sketchy people occasionally, so watch yourself. And... wait are you legal?" I asked, knowing she was in 6th year.
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 5, 2007 0:14:53 GMT
"Er... not exactly... yet," I say with a pained sort of grin.
I don't even know why I'm doing this.... You hate alcohol, remember Andra?
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Sept 5, 2007 1:01:31 GMT
I laughed. "Okay, no problem, I'll buy."
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 5, 2007 17:51:04 GMT
I grin. "That works."
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Sept 6, 2007 0:55:51 GMT
"Sweetness. What do you want?"
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 6, 2007 13:29:44 GMT
"Um... just firewhiskey...." I say in a suddenly small voice, feeling stupidly nervous as if I'm going to get caught.
No, not a firewhiskey, Andra! You swore to Andrew that you'd never, ever drink, not even when you were of age, the voice in my head reminds me.
Shut up, I was eight, I snap back at it, looking around nervously.
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Sept 6, 2007 19:04:16 GMT
I chuckled. "You don't sound very sure."
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 6, 2007 21:04:02 GMT
I shake my head, willing the voice in my head to shut up. "No... I'm just... I don't know. Never really broken any rules before. Big ones, I mean."
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Sept 6, 2007 21:54:54 GMT
I grinned. "This isn't breaking a big law! You're only one year away from coming of age, and I've known people who started drinking when they were 13! And yes, that would be me." I added with a chuckle.
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 6, 2007 22:09:43 GMT
I laugh. "Nice example for your kids there, Peter." I shake my head. "Damn... now how am I going to make fun of Chance for being a goody-goody? You're making me look bad."
See? No big deal. Stop being such an idiot.
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Sept 6, 2007 22:46:29 GMT
I laughed. "Hey, they'll never know! And that's what I do hun!"
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 7, 2007 13:23:24 GMT
"You might be surprised," I laugh. "I mean, I'm sure my parents never thought I'd found out that my dad was wanted by the muggle police for 126 traffic violations. Or that my mum..." I stop and swallow, willing myself not to cry. I smile vaguely.
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Sept 7, 2007 19:11:45 GMT
I laughed slightly at the first part, then creased my eyebrows together at the second part. "That your mum...?"
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 7, 2007 21:30:39 GMT
I shake my head. "Sorry. I should... not be so pathetic. I can talk about her," I say in a tone meant to convince myself of that. "Anyway... yeah. My mum ran off with a cult of vampires... or I think they were vampires... something like that anyway... when she was my age, and was dragged home by her parents just before some sort of 'blood ceremony'." I shrug and look down at the table, trying to smile. "She definitely didn't want me hearing about that... especially when I said it sounded fun."
((Are we sitting down? I decided that we are.))
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Sept 8, 2007 23:25:52 GMT
I looked down. "My ex-fiance did that too. Become like some kind of temporary vampire, but then it wore off 'cause she didn't do the ceremony."
<<lol, sureness. wanna say that we already have our drinks too?>>
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 9, 2007 1:42:25 GMT
"Really?" I ask, looking over at him. "Hey, are you okay?"
I take a sip of firewhiskey and feel it burn, glad that I didn't drink more. The taste is nothing special, I decide, and overall it's just kind of uncomfortable.
((Sure, why not....))
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Sept 10, 2007 0:06:57 GMT
I took a large swallow from my bottle. "Yup, just fine. I mean, she'd've been a shit mum to our kids anyway, so no reason to care. Plus I've got my fiancee, who's a way better mum than she'll ever be."
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 10, 2007 13:24:05 GMT
I nod semi-automatically, then stop and slowly smile. "Wait... I don't think I remember this. You're engaged?"
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Sept 10, 2007 22:18:52 GMT
I grinned. "Yup yup, engaged and a father-to-be. You're invited, by the way, to the wedding. You'll be getting a formal invite through the post soon, but just figured I should tell you in person, too."
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 11, 2007 14:01:01 GMT
"Well..." I say, laughing. "And who should I send my condolences to?"
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Sept 12, 2007 23:10:57 GMT
"Aww, that's not cool." I said, laughing slightly. "And her name is Hannah Baley."
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 13, 2007 1:59:03 GMT
I nod. "Never heard of her or met her... but I take it that she's... pretty? And special and whatever else?"
Well that didn't sound especially cynical....
I take a sip of firewhiskey and decide I really don't like it.
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Sept 13, 2007 20:46:03 GMT
I chuckled. "Yeah, she's beautiful, and special, and pretty much all around amazing."
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 13, 2007 21:03:36 GMT
"Aw..." I croon, then laugh. "And she's okay with your other kids and everything?"
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Sept 13, 2007 21:11:07 GMT
I nodded. "Yeah, she likes 'em all. And they absolutely adore her."
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 13, 2007 21:15:59 GMT
"That's good," I say seriously, nodding. "Very good. I mean... kids can make your life hell if they don't like you and you're dating... or especially engaged to... their parents." I grin. "But he really wasn't right for her anyways." I take a sip of firewhiskey.
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Sept 13, 2007 21:22:29 GMT
"Who are we talking about?" I asked, taking a sip of my firewhiskey.
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 13, 2007 21:26:00 GMT
I cough. "Oh, nobody I know...." I say innocently, then smile vaguely as memory slams into me and my eyes fill up slightly with tears.
((Gah! I'm sorry... I'm not trying to make this a pity-party... I just keep forgetting....))
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Sept 13, 2007 21:31:35 GMT
I raised a brow. "Andra, who was it?" I asked, concerned.
<<lol, it's okay. Pity-parties are fun!>>
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