Lost bags ((Janet))

[katherine]

Katherine walked into The Three Broomsticks with a couple shopping bags in her hands. The place was filled with people off in their own corners surrounded by friends. Her attention was attracted to a young man who got up from his seat at the bar. Before anyone else took the empty seat, she quickly walked over. Katherine sat down and placed her bags under the bar and beside her chair. She’d been shopping for a while now, and got a little something her cousin would like from Zonko’s and some other random things. She took a sigh of relief since she hadn’t sat down all day. A nice warm butterbeer would be nice, she thought with a small smile. She told the guy behind the bar that she’d like one and handed over her money.

After she popped the cork of her butterbeer, she took a nice sip. Trying to tune out all the commotion of the people talking would be impossible, so she pulled out a new book from her bag. It was some old romance novel that she’d bought from an old lady’s bookstore. It was about a girl who goes off to some fancy school and leaves her boyfriend behind. Very sappy, and yet sweet. Katherine turned to the first page and tried to concentrate on the story. After a chapter or two she realized hat her butterbeer was empty. She checked her watch and realized that she’d been there for almost an hour. She still had stuff to do and didn’t want to be late coming back to Hogwarts, so she quickly threw the book back into her purse and left. It wasn’t long after she’d been shopping at a store a couple shops down that she realized that she had left her Zonko’s bag still under the bar. Uhhhhh… how embarrassing, she thought to herself as she let out a sigh of frustration.

She turned around and went passed the kids making their way back to Hogwarts already. “Excuse me… pardon me,” she continued to say as she bumped into other students. As she pushed open the door of The Three Broomsticks, she noticed that it was a lot less crowded inside. Katherine’s eyes darted over to the tall seat at the bar which she’d sat at. She didn’t see anything next to the chair. She quickly walked over to the guy behind that bar and asked him if there were any bags found. He said that nobody turned anything into him and that he was sorry.

((You can find the bags or help look or whatever you'd like! Sorry for the boringness... I wrote it in the morning before my brain turned on ))

[janet]

((First off let me apologize for taking so darn long to get around to this post. I've been so busy and I don't want you to think I want avoiding our post. With that said let me continue.))

Janet made her way around the small magical town of Hogsmeade. She smiled slightly at the sight. Things had not been going so well for her lately. Her grandmother's imminent death had sealed Janet's obsession with acting. She was now determined to get out of the magic world. It wasn't all bad, but she didn't want it to be the focus of her life to come. She wanted to be different than anyone else that attended Hogwarts. Going to Broadway was her best opportunity. She had the pipes, the dancing ability, and the acting ability to continue on to the big times. She even had the connections, now all she needed was the acceptance from her parents. Her grandmother was gone so she didn't need to stay around making sure things were all right. She took a deep breath as she walked through the crowds. She never thought she would be in this sort of situation. Janet had always been one of good mind. She never acted without thinking first, but that had changed lately. Her brother had gotten her to open up to the world. He had taught her how to survive life's toughest days with a smile. But even now he was walking around without a smile or that gleam in his eye he normally had. He was just as depressed as she was.

Janet was deep in thought and definitely wasn't paying enough attention to her surroundings, because she ended up tripping over a small bench. She tumbled over and saved herself from harm by using her arms as leverage. She laughed to herself and before long she was laughing out loud. Most people would have thought it to be another wrong thing on that day and add it to their list of things going wrong, but for Janet it had given her a release other than tears. For she hated to show her emotions. She controlled them, not the other way around. Here she was able to look at herself and laugh a bit about what had happened allowing her soul to release some of the built up tension that had been burning through it. Picking herself back up from the ground she dusted off herself and ignored the watchful eyes around her. She was an actress, attention did not bother her.

Janet sauntered into The Three Broomsticks. She could at least enjoy a bit of butterbeer before she headed back up to Hogwarts to do her homework. Inside she looked around the emptying pub. It seemed that most students were making their way back to school now before it was too late. She pulled up a seat at the bar and ordered a butterbeer. It was here that she noticed a few bags under the stool of her chair. She looked at them quietly for a few moments and then picked them up when she got her butterbeer. Heading to a table she sat the bags down in a chair across from her. Whomever they were would be coming back to claim them. She could at least keep them in a somewhat controlled environment until that happened. Besides the bag was from Zonko's and that meant that they probably belonged to someone from Hogwarts. Maybe it was her brothers. She wouldn't be surprised. So Janet sat sipping her butterbeer waiting to see if the person showed up.

It wasn't long before Janet's attention turned to a girl at the bar. She was asking the bartender if he had gotten any bags turned in to him. He had told her no. Janet smiled. "These must be yours," Janet said softly, but projecting enough for the girl to hear her. "I found them under that bar stool. I thought I'd wait here to see whose they were. Can't trust some people in this town." Janet grabbed the bags and held them up for the girl to take.