The Three Broomsticks.

[Israel Moon S7]

Israel Moon sat on her bed in the Slytherin, seventh year girls’ dormitory, she was reading a letter her owl Manx had just brought for her, and by the look on her face, she was far from happy. Today her hair was done in a messy bun, held together by a pencil, she began to read aloud, “I’m sorry dear, but I hope you and Gretchen have a splendid time together while I am away. I will write you as soon as I return. Love Dad,” Israel’s tone was extremely sarcastic as she read. She clenched her fist and threw the letter in the metal trash bin near her desk, “La carnum inflamare!” she said and the note bust into flames. “If he thinks I am going to spend my spring break with that…that,” the word that came to her mind rhymed with witch but began with a ‘b’ “then he is sadly mistaken, I’d rather die first.” She jumped out of bed, and stomped across the floor, she was livid.

“I can’ believe him. How can he do this to me, leaving me with that woman! She hates me and I abhor her.” Israel’s dislike for her father’s new wife was well known to all in the family, except him, Robert Moon seemed completely oblivious to the fact that his daughters all hated is twenty-four year old wife, especially his Israel. She needed to blow off steam, but where, then it hit her “Hogsmeade!” it was an excellent place to find something to take your mind off your troubles and to get into a little mischief and to get a fire-whiskey for a standard butterbeer could not deal with the news she had just received. Israel walked over to her four-poster bed and snatched up her cloak, she pinned it around her neck, partially covering her Hogwarts’ uniform, which fit her perfectly by the way since she liked to stay in shape. Once she was ready she stormed out of the dorm and subsequently the common room, to the stairs that lead up from the dungeons.

Israel passed several Hufflepuff second years as she made her way to the first floor, “Get out of my way,” she said in an annoyed tone as she pushed past them. Finally she reached the entrance hall, she pulled the front door open forcefully and went outside. She stepped into the fresh air and began to look for a carriage to take her to Hogsmeade, she was in luck there was one still loading passengers a few steps away. She squished a few firsts years in order to fit in, but who cared as long as she got to where she was going. Israel looked out the window as the scenery whizzed by as they sped to Hogsmeade, though they were probably uncomfortable not a soul said anything to her to make more room.

It was a warmer spring day in Hogsmeade, the air was filled with she scent of fresh flowers and the sun’s rays shone down in blanket-like warmth, it had all the makings of a wonderful day, but not for Israel. Israel was still ticked off about her father’s letter when they arrived in Hogsmeade, and she stepped out of the carriage. She looked around the hustle and bustle that was Hogsmeade on a working day, perfect; the driver had dropped them off right outside where she wanted to go, The Three Broomsticks. Israel walked across the street towards the Three Broomsticks in her enticing and characteristic strut; she pushed the door and entered. From the moment she entered she felt eyes on her, the old wizards were looking at her, they spent all day drooling over the Hogwarts’ girls trying to recapture their youth and today was no exception.

Israel walked further inside and took a look around, no one she knew was in there today as far as she could see. Israel rolled her eyes as one of the old wizards winked at her and flashed her smile that was missing a few teeth, “Give me a break,” she said to herself as she walked to the bar. Israel hopped up on to the stool, “Give me a fire-whiskey,” she said as she popped a few pretzels in her mouth. The bartender knew Israel by sight, she came in there often, but only ordered fire-whiskey when she had gotten bad news, he was also prone to eavesdropping, “Got some bad news love?” he asked her. Israel looked the man coolly, “Don’t ask, just get me the drink.” The man nodded his head and went to fetch her drink, her returned a few minutes later and put it in front of her.

Now Israel was not a drinker, a few butterbeers was as much as she drank usually, fire-whiskey was reserved for special occasions, girls’ nights out and bad news. She picked up the shot glass and pulled her head back in one swift motion and swallowed, the liquor burned a little on the way down, and she made a little face as it did… she could never get used to that. She was looking at the ring that sat on her slender ring finger on her right hand, she was so engrossed in the gem as it reflected the light that she didn’t notice when someone came over and sat next to her.

[Perseus Feynman]

Perseus wasn't very delighted with the way his "friends" always barged in while he was making consequential changes to potion formulas or brewing the potions themselves. Today he was in a quite disdainful mood and full of enmity for many impudent fools; he had cursed 5 of his fellow Slytherins for bothering him while he was studying. Perseus was usually a rather calm wizard and did not take belligerence as a good trait, but, today was different.

As he walked down a street towards the Three Broomsticks, he was keen to avoid the crowds that were milling about and around the multitudinous shops. Perseus opened the door and headed for the bar. It was quite preternatural for him to sit at the bar.... unless he was in a pretty bad mood. As he neared the bar he spotted a fellow Slytherin, a 7th year girl whom Perseus knew by sight. He sat down on the stool next to her and slammed his bag on the counter. Perseus was going through another of his mood swings which were very erratic. Eyes flashing, he glared at the bartender and said menacingly, "Get me a butterbeer, NOW!" Turning to the the girl he greeted gruffly, "Hi."

[Israel Moon S7]

Israel took another huge gulp of firewhisky, the drink was not made to be sipped, she looked at the boy out of the corner of her eye, as he slammed his bag on the counter next to her. She looked at him coolly as he addressed in her in a gruff manner, “What’s your problem?” she asked him not that she really cared, she was just making conversation with a fellow Slytherin. It seemed to her that she was not the only one who had a preference for Hogsmeade ales when they were in a bad mood.

She looked at the bartender who was looking at the boy menacingly, “Get him a drink, I’ll handle this,” she said calmly, she and the bartender had an understanding, her could ask questions when he liked, he just didn’t always get answers, also he hated to be bossed around and would just have soon as kicked the kid next to her out than serve him. She looked at the boy, “Your that Perseus Feynman aren’t you? I heard some of the others talking about you.” The others did not take kindly to the likes of Perseus, he was a ‘mudblood lover’ as she had heard him called, “You’re lucky you know, I just saved your butt, he doesn’t take kindly to being ordered around. He would’ve thrown you out. Now what has your knickers in a twist?”<br>

[Perseus Feynman]

Perseus turned back to the Slytherin girl and replied unhappily, "What do ya think? The usual! Another insolent fool ruined by antidote potion!!! Whats your name?" He waited for an answer as he contemplated on what subject they should discourse about instead of steering towards anything about his 'mudblood lover' as impudent imbeciles who wanted to receive a broken back would call him. Perseus was definitely not in his usual mood. His abrupt entrance had drawn some attention, but, those insulting pairs of protuberant eyes were now pointing elsewhere.

[Israel Moon S7]

Israel looked at the boy, “A potion? You are like this over a potion? Boy you have no life,” she said with a smile and took another sip of her drink. Israel loved potions, but she would never get like that over one, what was she a hermit? She looked at him again when he asked her name, “I’m Israel Moon, and you are?” she asked in return not really interested, as people who got upset over a potion was not on her high list of people to talk to. Israel ran a hand through her dark tresses, she had to find someone worth talking to, this kid looked like the type to sit and talk about classes all day, and that was no her style, she liked to have fun.

“Hey,” she said in a mellowed tone, “Another one,” she flashed a smile as the bartender quickly returned with her drink, he had yet to get back to the boy, she smiled at this.

[Perseus Feynman]

"Of course a potion! I modified the formula to suit, my purposes!" exclaimed Perseus. "But, NO!!!! Those imbaciles just had to ruin my work!" His response was just another of his erratic temperament bursts. Perseus decided to change the subject; Isreal looked like the type of person who was completely uninterested in academics. When she asked for his name, he answered, "Names Perseus Feynman. Probably heard of me from some of your evil friends." Perseus thanked the bartender for his butterbeer, drawing a strange look from the bartender; evidently, Perseus's abrupt mood change shocked him. Taking out a broom compass of his, Perseus played with some of its dials as he asked Isreal, "Do you play Quidditch?"

[Israel Moon S7]

Israel was unaffected by Perseus’ outburst and continued to sip her firewhiskey as the bartender finally brought the boy’s drink. Now Israel was a very smart girl, she did her work well and had never failed a subject in her life, but she knew when to turn off and just relax, obviously this boy needed to learn how to do that. She looked at him as he said his name, “Yeah I’ve heard of you, from my friends. You made quite the impression,” she said sarcastically and with a smirk. Israel already knew who Perseus was as she had already stated it, she had asked him his name just for the sport of it, and because there was nothing better to do.

“Quidditch? No I’m afraid I don’t. Do you?” Israel liked quidditch as much or more than any wizard or witch around, but she had never been inclined to playing the game herself, well not for school as a friendly thing while on holiday sure.

[Perseus Feynman]

"Yeah, I play for Slytherin House team as Beater, and balance is my specialty," said Perseus proudly. "Where do you think our spring break'll be?" He paused to take a drink of the scrumptious butterbeer. Perseus put down the bottle and asked, "So, what do you like to do other than murder ickle firsties?"

[Israel Moon S7]

Israel looked at Perseus, “oh a quidditch player, interesting,” she said drolly. She looked at the bartender; “Butterbeer?” he gave her a nod and was soon came back with nice mug of the sweet golden elixir, “Thanks.” She then looked back at Perseus, “Spring Break, I was thinking of spending it in London perhaps. There is supposed to be a party at Linden Scott’s place, I might go there for it and stay with a few friends in the area.” Israel sipped her butterbeer, “Well don’t you sound interested?” she said teasingly, “I have a few things I like to do,” she said, “I like writing, music, shopping, art, stuff like that.”<br>
Israel liked a lot of things, but she never talked about her appreciation for muggle things to anyone, the hell that would befall her was something she was well aware of, especially if it was known to her friend Saski, who hated all muggles. Israel, unlike her close friends, had her dislikes and some of those people were muggles and some not, and she could show her displeasure well enough for everyone to pay attention. She looked at Perseus, “You?”

[Perseus Feynman]

((Sorry, been gone a loooooong time. Too long for my liking. ))

Perseus looked at her interestingly with a shrugg. "I'm not particularly sure, but I like playing the piano, art, sports, uhh, doing alchemy experiments, umm.... what else?" Perseus replied. "Where do you think we are going to go for spring break?" he inquired. He was starting to like her attitude a bit more than before; she had seemed just like the typical evil Slytherin girl, for example, someone like Melantha. For a moment there was silence as he observed the other people at the bar. He would later swear that he had seen a dwarf drinking firewhisky. As he took another gulp from his bottle, he waited for a reply......

[Israel Moon S7]

Israel looked at Perseus, “Alchemy? You have alchemy as something you do for fun, for Spring Break? That is a new one, I have to say,” she took a sip of her drink. Israel could tell that Perseus was a school freak, the perfect student no doubt about it. She looked back at him, her hair shifting with every turn of her head, “Spring Break? I already told you,” she smiled, didn’t retain much did he? “But those plans are subject to change. I don’t usually go where everyone is going, I like to have my away time from school and other students, save my friends of course.”

Israel was looking at a boy who was sitting behind Perseus, the boy was eyeing her, she smiled at him slyly, she was not in the least interested but the attention was always fun, and he was much better looking that one of the old crows who were watching her still from when she came in.



((Glad you are back. Sorry it took me so long to reply, but I had a whole bunch to get done.))

[Perseus Feynman]

"No, that's not what I meant. I was asking as in the location of our school trip, scandinavia, a tour of Quidditch stadiums or what?" asked Perseus with a grin. "I'd rather just stay at the castle, though." Perseus took another gulp of from the butterbeer bottle. Then remembering what Israel said about Linden Scott, Perseus inquired, "Who's Linden Scott anyways?"

[Israel Moon S7]

“Oh. I think Scandinavia, but I won’t be going. I’d rather be off in Italy somewhere. There is no way I am staying at school. There is nothing to do here during the holidays.” She took a sip of her drink, “Hmm…oh Linden? He is a Slytherin, but I think he hightailed it out of here f a bit. Not sure when he’ll be back or if he will. I am surprised you don’t know him, he has quite the reputation as a ladies man. You have heard of the Scott brothers? Linden and his two older brothers were much like me and my older sisters.” She grinned as she recalled the days when her sisters stalked the school with her; she missed those days.