Reading

[Stacey Amber]

A silent figure entered the pub, her brilliant blue eyes scanning the room warily before putting earplugs into her ears. Stacey did not really fancy many muggle things, but she had found that the iPod was a rather useful thing on those dreary long days with nothing to do.

There was a dwindling amount of people in the room, all shifty-eyed, minding their own business.

She had cut tradition today, and elected to wear muggle-ish attire rather than the standard cloak and robe. She was wearing a black t-shirt underneath a black zip-up sweater that had her initials [AAA] stitched in on the bottom right-hand corner underneath 'Stacey'. Her bangs almost covered a corner of her left eye. The jeans she wore were very dark; they hugged her curves and sowed off her figure nicely.


Stacey sat herself down at an empty table, and pulled out a thick paperback from her pockets. As loud rock music blared in her ears, she read.

[Padril Crennent]

Padril strode through the Leaky Cauldron, furiously and rapidly thinking. He had come to a wall in his plot for his new book and wasn't sure how to overcome it. He supposed he could just change it's course, but the assassination of the Minister was, in his mind, the best he had ever written. He carried a satchel, which kept swinging forwards, so he held it back with a casual hand. He was dressed in a faded blue cloak and dark, worn clothes. He really couldn't afford new clothes anymore, with his frantic battle to keep up with the rent.

There was always money for books, though.

He sat down heavily at a spare table, in front and near to Stacey, sighing loudly. He pulled out a rough collection of papers held together by paper, a single title in bold letters on the front page. He pulled out a quill and inkwell from his satchel and looked through his draft, humming a tune under his breath.

[Stacey Amber]

The loud music ended suddenly. Irritated, Stacey realized the battery had died. "Lousy muggle..." she muttered, just loud enough for those near by to hear.

Stacey heard a sigh and turned instinctively. The source of the noise was none other than her old Hogwarts crush, Padril Crennent. The fire had died down, but she still yearned suddenly to talk to him. She had lost contact with almost everyone, even Jaden.

So she got up and went to him. Gone was the flirting, inhibited girl that many once knew. Now she was stronger, wiser and tougher.

"Padril! It's been eons!"