Post by mairead ó fearghail on Apr 19, 2009 0:08:46 GMT -5
While some of the casual change of pace still remained, there was a distinct shift in the tone of trips to Hogsmeade. There wasn't any of the previous gaiety anymore. Ever since the first year had been found, dead, there was an unease that plagued most everyone. Fewer students made the trek to town in the first place; most preferred to stay in the relative safety of the castle grounds. Many of those who came moved with a purposefulness, as if hurrying through the bullet points on a to do list before hurrying back to school.
Spare change was hardly a commodity that Mairead experienced on a regular basis. She was at Hogwarts on scholarship and all her supplies were second hand. Her father did work as an Auror for the ministry but he was the only one of their group of Irish Travellers who held a regular job. All fifteen of them made their way off his income. But Mairead's sweet tooth had demanded a stop by the sweetshop and she'd had just enough left over for a quick bite to eat at the Hogshead - it was cheaper then the Three Broomsticks.
It was a blustery afternoon and Mairead was relieved to push her way into the warmth of the Hogshead. Perhaps it was the cold or perhaps it was the general lack of a desire to mingle that had driven most indoors but the pub was surprisingly packed. Empty tables were few and far between. Mairead glanced around, hesitating a moment before approaching a near empty table.
"There isn't a lot of room," she said, glancing at the table's occupant. "Do you mind if sit?"
Spare change was hardly a commodity that Mairead experienced on a regular basis. She was at Hogwarts on scholarship and all her supplies were second hand. Her father did work as an Auror for the ministry but he was the only one of their group of Irish Travellers who held a regular job. All fifteen of them made their way off his income. But Mairead's sweet tooth had demanded a stop by the sweetshop and she'd had just enough left over for a quick bite to eat at the Hogshead - it was cheaper then the Three Broomsticks.
It was a blustery afternoon and Mairead was relieved to push her way into the warmth of the Hogshead. Perhaps it was the cold or perhaps it was the general lack of a desire to mingle that had driven most indoors but the pub was surprisingly packed. Empty tables were few and far between. Mairead glanced around, hesitating a moment before approaching a near empty table.
"There isn't a lot of room," she said, glancing at the table's occupant. "Do you mind if sit?"
