Post by Cameron Wilkerson on Jan 25, 2010 6:52:08 GMT
The cheers and cries of the crowded pub made Cameron ‘CJ’ Wilkerson feel claustrophobic. It didn’t seem to matter where she was sitting in the Three Broomsticks she was still being touched by someone. It was too crowded…and it was causing a deep panic to well up in her. Normally CJ could careless about crowds, but that all changed last year. Lithe fingers twirled the small glass around her fingers as she waited for the bartender to refill it. That would mark her fifth shot in the last half hour. The more crowded it got, the more she drank. It was a typical Saturday evening to her. There were dozens of students running around the town of Hogsmeade, doing anything and everything they could. Something about freedom and excitement…an escape from their mundane lives within the walls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
CJ wasn’t all that familiar with Hogwarts. She was an American and one that wasn’t always familiar with the rest of the wizarding world. From her studies she remembered something about the rise of a Dark Lord that had nearly destroyed the British Ministry of Magic, but perhaps the most familiar name associated with Hogwarts was Harry Potter…the only one that had ever survived the Killing Curse…even she knew who he was, the whole world did. Brown orbs slowly watched the liquid fill up the glass before she picked it up and toasted to the bartender. Nodding her head she brought it to her full red lips and tipped back her head downing the shot in under a second as brown curls lifted off her shoulders and swung freely for a moment.
CJ ran a hand through her hair, fingers twirling through the tresses as she sat the shot glass on the counter. “Just keep them coming,” she muttered to the bartender as the bar slowly started to thin out. CJ wasn’t even sure if that was the right way to describe it, as soon as someone left another two people took their place, or so it seemed. After another two shots she’d finally had enough though as she stood, her Muggle clothes contrasting significantly against the wizarding robes around her, but that didn’t matter to CJ. She preferred her Muggle attire and that’s why she chose her jean jacket, her black tank top (showing off a bit too much cleavage in the cold months of January), and her jeans that hugged in all the right places. Overall it looked like she took really good care of herself, of course it wasn’t until the make-up was stripped off that you saw the deep shadows under her eyes or the pale complexion that had started to bring her an almost sickly appearance.
Flicking a stray strand of hair back over her shoulder, the world seemed to swivel around her for a moment. Too much firewhiskey, but it had been amusing. She smiled lazily as she rose from her spot at the bar, turning to move toward the door that led outside. Figure swayed mildly before her hand found the wall and the other found the door, pushing on the handle so it would swing out and right into someone’s face. The door slammed shut quickly and CJ stood there flabbergasted, sobering almost immediately as she heard the mumblings coming from the other side of the door. Mouth hung open slightly as she slowly opened the door this time, her head peeking out around the door as she stared up at the man that had obviously stopped the door with his face. “Oh my gosh…I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” she asked, stepping around the door, her eyes bloodshot, but at least she was moving like she was sober. Her hands coming up within inches of him, trying to see if there was anything she could do to help after nearly taking him out with the door. “I didn’t realize there was someone on the other side of the door when I pushed…are you hurt?”
CJ wasn’t all that familiar with Hogwarts. She was an American and one that wasn’t always familiar with the rest of the wizarding world. From her studies she remembered something about the rise of a Dark Lord that had nearly destroyed the British Ministry of Magic, but perhaps the most familiar name associated with Hogwarts was Harry Potter…the only one that had ever survived the Killing Curse…even she knew who he was, the whole world did. Brown orbs slowly watched the liquid fill up the glass before she picked it up and toasted to the bartender. Nodding her head she brought it to her full red lips and tipped back her head downing the shot in under a second as brown curls lifted off her shoulders and swung freely for a moment.
CJ ran a hand through her hair, fingers twirling through the tresses as she sat the shot glass on the counter. “Just keep them coming,” she muttered to the bartender as the bar slowly started to thin out. CJ wasn’t even sure if that was the right way to describe it, as soon as someone left another two people took their place, or so it seemed. After another two shots she’d finally had enough though as she stood, her Muggle clothes contrasting significantly against the wizarding robes around her, but that didn’t matter to CJ. She preferred her Muggle attire and that’s why she chose her jean jacket, her black tank top (showing off a bit too much cleavage in the cold months of January), and her jeans that hugged in all the right places. Overall it looked like she took really good care of herself, of course it wasn’t until the make-up was stripped off that you saw the deep shadows under her eyes or the pale complexion that had started to bring her an almost sickly appearance.
Flicking a stray strand of hair back over her shoulder, the world seemed to swivel around her for a moment. Too much firewhiskey, but it had been amusing. She smiled lazily as she rose from her spot at the bar, turning to move toward the door that led outside. Figure swayed mildly before her hand found the wall and the other found the door, pushing on the handle so it would swing out and right into someone’s face. The door slammed shut quickly and CJ stood there flabbergasted, sobering almost immediately as she heard the mumblings coming from the other side of the door. Mouth hung open slightly as she slowly opened the door this time, her head peeking out around the door as she stared up at the man that had obviously stopped the door with his face. “Oh my gosh…I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” she asked, stepping around the door, her eyes bloodshot, but at least she was moving like she was sober. Her hands coming up within inches of him, trying to see if there was anything she could do to help after nearly taking him out with the door. “I didn’t realize there was someone on the other side of the door when I pushed…are you hurt?”