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Post by rosalie scamander on Mar 12, 2009 13:17:18 GMT -5
The cold air cut into Rosalie's skin like knives. She cursed the cold and bit back a moan, her toes were frozen and she couldn't feel her hands. What a day, Rose thought bitterly as she scowled at the cloudy sky. It looked like more snow, if not sleet and God only knew how much Rosalie hated the bitting cold.
After a while of wondering in the small area of Hogsmeade, Rosalie swore she couldn't feel her face, so she took off at a brisk pace down the sidewalk looking for refuge. The Three Broomsticks was a good place for a drink so Rosalie turned the corner and headed for it. "Huh," Rosalie puffed, her breath a little cloud in front of her. She pushed the door open and walked into a small room with cute tables and chairs, the sound of a bell ringing in the back echoed of the walls. The smell of butterbeer was strong and refreshing, Rosalie found the shop much nicer then outdoors. She pulled off her thick coat and draped it over her arm, her scarf and hat followed. Rosalie dumped all her winter wear on a chair, and made her way to the counter to order.
As she waited in the tiny line, Rosalie took a better look at the room. The Three Broomsticks was busy today, the small pub was packed with students and adults all clambering for a hot drink and shouting to their friends. As Rosalie walked to the counter she collided into someone, "Oh! I'm so sorry!" Rose exclaimed, she was on her knees, but the other person was flat on his/her stomach. Rosalie bent down and offered her hand to the person on the ground, she knew this person! But Rosalie just couldn't remember his/her name.
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