butterbeer ((Esmeralda))

[Rosaliz Hernandez G6]

The streets of Hogsmeade filled with laughter and noise as Hogwarts students walked happily around the only magical town in all of England. Not one store was empty as everyone had different preferences when it came to Hogsmeade. Some liked Honeydukes; all the charmed candy one could think of. Others liked Zonkos, buying fake wands and other tricked objects. She took a deep breath as he entered The Three Broomsticks. The warmth hit her instantly. The atmosphere, the food, the butterbeer! Rosaliz immediately went up to the serving counter and bought a mug of butterbeer. Right when she turned around The Three Broomsticks had been more crowded than she had ever seen it!!! And in a matter of three seconds!! If she would had gotten there earlier than most, it probably wouldn't have taken any hastle to get her drink. However, by the time she had payed for her beverage all the tables were full and the floorspace was limited!!!

Immediately she walked out of the shop and made her was to Hogshead. Rosaliz entered the Hogs Head with a drink of butterbeer in her hand.. The door slammed behind her and she just stood for a moment, fingers still wrapped around the handle. ...So she decideed to stay in Hogs Head instead.

The Hogs head inn was filled with it's common quiet mutterings and secret discussions from the various few groups that sat hunched around tables, their heads hung low and their gaze usually centred on one person in the group who was speaking to everyone else hurriedly as if explaining some kind of secret plot or another. The only difference to the usual goings on in this inn was the solitary figure who sat in the very far corner of the Inn. The figure was leaning backwards in a chair which was rocked onto its back two legs and twirling a wand around his fingers expertly as he watched the other people within the Inn with curious eyes.

There was also a women across the pub into the back corner reading some sort of book. Other things she noticed about the girl was she had black hair against the pale white of her skin. She had a barely touched the butter beer that was on the table next to a large old book which she was reading. Her long black hair kept falling in her face, causing her to tuck it behind her ear periodically. At one point the Hogs Head owner, came over to the women’s table and smiled. "Do you need anything?" he asked. The witch looked up with unnaturally yellow-green eyes and shook her head. Once the owner had walked away, she took a sip of her butter beer and continued reading her book. This nice quiet enabled her to read when she wanted to get away from the noise. It was obvious that she was a conservative women and chose the Hogs Head over the Three Broom Sticks due to the fact that there are fewer people here.

Yet the Hogs Head Inn had become a sort of place of sanctuary for Rosaliz to come and sit within. For a long time she had tried to sit calmly in the three broomsticks likes she was sitting now but it was just too filled with other students walking around and talking with loud voices that seemed to echoe through her mind painfully. All in all it had become almost painful for her to sit and that place as whenever she tried to think she would get a headache from all the noise. This was bad because Rosaliz needed to think clearly when she was sitting like this. Recently she had been very quiet around Hogwarts, trying not to get involved in too much. There were reasons for this but Rosaliz had already made sure to shut them out of her mind. The main reason Rosaliz was sitting here and thinking was because she was actually getting slightly worried. Even if she wouldn't admit it to anyone.

Rosaliz sighed. She grabbed an abandoned newspaper that had been sitting on a near by chair. It apparently had been two months old. She took the paper and trashed it in a near by bin. Rosaliz sat backdown and took another sip of her butterbeer. Sitting, and thinking.

[Esmeralda Mendez]

Ezzie couldn’t believe she was back here in Hogsmeade once more. It was like she was here every weekend, doing something or another. It seemed that ever since she was born, Ezzie had been busy with something. When she was younger, it was her Christian faith classes, which literally took up her entire early childhood. Then there was her illness when she was seven, and that kept her preoccupied a lot as well. Then there was of course life in England with her parents. They traveled around countless cities and saw amazing sights, but they were always on the run. Ezzie smiled as she walked around Hogsmeade with her hands shoved in her pockets as she remembered back to the times when she was a little girl. She smiled as she remembered back to just last weekend, when she had met her mother for the first time in four years. The explanations she gave were crazy. And she couldn’t believe the news about Ethan’s mother as well! Ezzie walked into the Hog’s Head almost silently, with the hood on her cloak pulled securely over her head, so it covered her face. She just didn’t want to deal with all the drama of people seeing her in public again. She had already successfully gotten past about four reporters, searching for an appearance from either Ezzie or Ethan. Both of them had been hot news for the past few weeks. What with the mysterious breakup, Ethan’s new girlfriend, and of course, there was the ex-couple’s new friendship that had recently been established last weekend. Yes, the tabloids definitely knew by now that Hogsmeade was the place to go for Ezzie/Ethan drama. She snuck inside the bar, which Ezzie had favored for years for it’s low prices and lack of customers and took a random seat, looking over her shoulder a few times. She had a strange feeling she was being followed. Maybe Ezzie’s clever disguise wasn’t as clever as she thought it was? Ezzie walked up to the mysterious barman and ordered herself some gillywater. She sat back down in her seat and frowned as she saw a slim looking blond haired man walk inside the bar with sharp looking eyes, and a Quick-Quotes-Quill hovering by his shoulder. She glanced at the seat across from her. She jumped, not knowing that anyone else was there. She smiled at the girl sitting across from her, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to see Ezzie from under the cloak.

Rosaliz was in most of Ezzie’s classes and they shared a dorm together. They saw each other often, but they really didn’t spend a lot of time together. “Hey Rosaliz, it’s me…” Ezzie looked over her shoulder as the sneaky looking man spoke to the barman. “It’s me, Ezzie.” She whispered the last word, making sure only Rosaliz could hear her. She wanted that reporter out of there as soon as possible. “So how have you been? I haven’t seen you around the dorm lately.” She smiled at Rosaliz, raising her hood a bit, so only her lips and nose could be seen. She really wished the reporter would leave already.

[Rosaliz Hernandez G6]

Rosaliz’s original plans for leaving the castle and heading to the Hogs Head were as follows, to eat and to clear her mind. She had too much to think about these days and the slightest interruption caused her to lose focus. But she had learned early on that if she 'eliminated' these interruptions her work would be finished earlier. As if right on cue, interruption number one came and sat right across from her. She sighed deeply for a minute wondering how to go about the situation for a minute. As she mentally contemplated all of this, she kept her head down and eventually realized that she couldn't even see the figure and the figure couldn't see her...

Rosaliz felt a bit a breeze when she noticed a reporter walked in with a Quick-Quotes-Quill hovering by his shoulder. Rosaliz put her tightened up her cloak. Secluded underneath the hood of her cloak, Rosaliz took extreme notice of everything that went on in the pub. Everyone who occupied the various tables, all of which were thickened with shadows or else lit by a sickly shade of yellow, coming from the iron brackets attached heavily to the cracked stone walls. The people who inhabited this pub came for very specific reasons: this was no place to simply wander it and have a jolly good time with an old mate. People who came here had business to attend to, things to speak about in which others would not be heard. Rosaliz herself did not have anyone to speak to but the need for privacy right now was critical.


Rosaliz was suspicious of everyone. Everyone had a reason for doing something and, to Rosaliz the reasoning could only lead to negative outcomes. She did not make friendships or acquaintances often, people did not know who she completely was. Looking at the Blonde-haired Griffindor, people assumed she was friendly. Which, in a way, she was but not for the reasons people thought. Most of the time she was simply a loner. Now, sitting here on a hard-backed chair that pressed furiously into all of Rosaliz’s bones, she was waiting. For what, exactly? It seemed like someone was watching her and Rosaliz could not have that right now. She needed complete privacy, she needed to be alone. Although going to a desolate place away from Hogsmeade was a plausible solution, there was still the chance of someone coming across her. It was hard to keep track of one's surroundings when they were in a foreign place...

The Hog's Head was commonplace for Rosaliz and she knew that, in time, she would be able to do what was necessary. But, at the moment, someone was prying their leery eyes on Rosaliz. Someone was suspicious of her. Looking around underneath her hood, Rosaliz’s eyes swiveled round the pub inhabitants. Although most of them were cloaked either in dark garments or dark shadows, Rosaliz could sense they were not staring point-blank in her direction, unless they felt her gaze upon her. Her light hazel eyes would then swivel away to another likely suspect, only to have the process repeated. Eventually, however, she felt like she found the intruder - the person occupying her usual corner, the one in which she needed in this particular instance. Rosaliz thought she felt the person observing her but, of course, in the thickening black abyss that surrounded the person, it was nearly impossible to tell. Rosaliz decided that this was the person and remained stoic, not doing anything until it was safe.

She remained leaning back in her chair, pressed up against the hard back and the cold stone wall. It did not seem like people noticed her - either that or they simply did not care. Rosaliz was not taking chances though; her wand was gripped tightly in her bony right hand. Turning only her eyes toward the back corner of the room. Still worried about the person she out her attention back to her butterbeer. She took a sip forcing it down, since it was already ice cold. She hated how it was always cold in this pub. Right when she put her mug on the table heard a voice, recognizable voice whisperig in her ear. At first she didn't comprened who was speaking. She finally noticed it was Esmeralda. A fellow Gryffindor from her house. She asked Rosaliz “So how have you been? I haven’t seen you around the dorm lately.”. Rosaliz responded. "Fine thank you" Turning her head back to the corner she realized the seat had been vacant. So it was Esmeralda she had been contemplated for the past half hour pr so. Apperenty ths girl had been hiding from someone or something. Rosaliz not showing much interest into havin a conversation. She just wanted some time think.But not to be polte she muttered "Sit down. Take a seat Ezzie."