Drinking at the Three Broomsticks ((Trinity))

[Padme Rendel S2]

((Sorry for the lack of a good title. I honestly couldn't think of anything!))

Padme strolled down the streets of Hogsmeade. She had only been here once before, so most of the shops still looked rather tempting to her. Tessa had gone off in the other direction after dropping Padme off, but the young girl knew they would meet up as soon as the shopping was complete. Not that Padme was actually doing any shopping. No, she wanted to lounge around in one of the pubs, particularly the Three Broomsticks. The place was rather good, according to Tessa, and also somewhat busy. As Padme stepped in she was met with the noise of about ten people, clattering the drinks against the table and making raucous noise. Padme wrinkled her nose with contempt as she looked at her surroundings. It wasn't so much the pub that made her do this, but the people inside. Padme made a coughing noise before grabbing a stool and sitting down near the bar. The man there gave her a glance of questioning but Padme just ignored him.

"Butterbeer," she said smoothly averting her gaze from the man. She thought that he nodded, but she wasn't sure. Soon enough, he went behind his bar and started getting the butterbeer ready. Padme sighed and looked around haughtily. No one she knew or would care to talk to. No one at all. She was hoping to see Jack, perhaps, or maybe Mack and Dix. But no, no one was there that would actually be worth Padme's precious time. Giving a few people a glare, Padme turned back to the bar to find that her drink was already waiting for her. Padme looked at it curiously. She had never had a butterbeer before. Lifting it up to her face, Padme sniffed it. The bartender gave her a scandalized look but she merely glared back. Lifting it to her mouth this time, Padme took a small swig. The smooth hot substance tasted wonderful! Padme set it back on the table although she was wishing for more. She was going to savor the taste each swallow. The young girl looked around as the door opened to see if it was her brother of friends to meet her. Instead, it was some older girl Padme didn't know. Padme swung back on her stool to give her full attention back to the butterbeer in question. She took another drink and was so busy digesting the wonderful taste that she didn't notice the footsteps that were moving her way.

[Trinity Bleu]

Trinity was not in a particularly good mood that morning when she dressed. Not only had her maid failed to take her clothes to the wash room so that she had something nice to wear out today, but her father had also decided to leave town that morning unexpectedly- once again not inviting her. She stormed down the stairs, wearing her least favorite ensemble of pre-ripped blue jeans, a green sequined tank and black beaded moccasins. She was not really looking ahead and had almost reached the bottom floor when she bumped into none other than her older brother, Zane Jade. She glared at him profusely, "Why don't you watch where you're going," she scoffed rudely then walked away not paying attention to whatever he was snapping at her. She stormed into the kitchen and grabbed a banana before heading to the large dining room where there was an enormous marble fireplace. She reached over to a golden pot on top of the fireplace and grabbed a hand full of green powder, floo powder. She stepped into the fireplace and threw the floo powder down at her feet, vast green flames emerged as she clearly stated, "Hogsmeade."

Trinity soon found herself standing in a small shop inside of the quaint little wizarding town of Hogsmeade. The fresh smell of cinnamon buns filled the air and her mouth began to water, she stepped from the fireplace and nodded to an elderly witch she recognized as one of her mother's friends. She exited the shop hurriedly and headed over to the Three Broomsticks, she was in the mood for a good butterbeer and there was no better place in Hogsmeade to get one without running into too many people she knew.

She entered the small little pub, there was not too many people- most were filth however. The smell of wood and butterbeer drifted happily underneath her nose as she stood at the front door. She looked to the front and noticed that there were quiet a few seats open at the bar, she would much rather sit there than anywhere else. She walked across the pub, her moccasins tapping lightly against the hard wooden floor with every step. She reached the bar and leaned against it, propping herself up with her manicured hands, "I would like a butterbeer," she said loudly, making sure someone would hear here. She looked over to her right casually, noticing there was a very small girl sitting there drinking a butterbeer, "Aren't you a little young to be drinking," she snapped jokingly before sitting down in a bar stool close to the small girl.

[Padme Rendel S2]

Padme turned when she heard someone speak to her. She saw a girl much older than herself sitting there, asking her if she was too young to drink in a joking way. Padme liked these type of people, but who knew what type of blood this girl could be? Padme shuddered at the thought and looked the girl up and down, from her red hair to her moccasins, inspecting her. She looked fit for a pureblood of Padme's wager. Setting her butterbeer down with a soft clunk, Padme eyed the girl with a smirk playing across her lips. "No, actually, I don't think I am." she said casually at the girl. She wished that she was tall and big like many of the people she had met in her life. But she was neither of these. She was even short for her young age of eleven. She smirked at the girl before snapping at the bartender who had returned to get the girl's butterbeer.

"Firewhiskey, now." she demanded, glaring at him with as much fire as she could possibly manage. The man looked rather taken aback by her offer but then gazed suspiciously at her. "How old are you?" he offered, his gaze still looking weary. "Eighteen." Padme replied coolly, knowing what would come next. "No. You cannot." and with that, the old man meandered away, making Padme sigh heavily as though she was deeply disappointed. "If only I was a better lier." she said heavily and took a drink of her butterbeer. She had actually been wondering lately what firewhiskey did taste like; her brother had had it, so why couldn't she? She glared at the bar in front of her, before looking up at the girl with a smirk. "Ever tasted firewhiskey?" she asked while strumming her fingers against the wood. "I've heard it's very powerful. That's mostly why I want to taste it. Power thirsty." she said matter of factly, wondering what the girl's reaction to her would be.

[Trinity Bleu]

Trinity watched amusedly as the young girl tried to order a fire whiskey. Not only did she snap rudely at the man behind the counter but her complete lack of lying skills was hilarious. She watched as the young girl failed and slumped into her seat, slightly less confident than before.

Trinity smiled at the young girl, "Don't worry," she said, "Fire Whiskey isn't as good as people make it out to be." Casually, she caught the attention of the man behind the bar. She smiled at him slightly as he walked up to her, "Fire whiskey, make it double," she said before turning back to the girl. The man behind the counter hustled to the cabinet without any questions asked and returned momentarily with an eight oz. glass of whiskey. She nodded to the man and then took the glass, "Care for a try, young one," she said, he head tilted slightly. She took a sip from the cup and then passed it cautiously over to the young girl for her to try.

She let the tingling burning sensation from the alcohol slide smoothly down her throat before clearing her throat slightly and asking, "What is your name, May I ask?" She looked at the girl curiously and waited patiently for both an answer and her acceptance of the whiskey.