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Post by jonringo on Sept 17, 2007 22:41:34 GMT -5
Jonnie nodded at the thought of going back to the castle. He wanted more than ever to go somewhere else, but it was okay. He loved the school, and would have plenty of time for life after this term was over. He stretched slightly, as well as he could in the completely packed bar. It was a wonder that Bella was not working with such a crowd. He sighed, and glanced to his old friend. He slowly pulled a coin out of his pocket and handed it to him. He nodded to it.
"I will be fine, here take this." He smiled. "No it is not real money, look at it. If you need me for anything old friend, write on it with your wand. Remember now? We used these when they separated us in detention that time. We had such a laugh on that old bastard using these. I saved them all these years. Take it, we can keep in touch. I know random owls to your place would not do too well." He laughed, and started to gather his things, throwing his robe over his shoulders.
He looked at Regulus for a second, and the shrugged. He pulled his friend into a hug, and whispered in his ear. "Kiss the kiddie for me, okay? I need to run, it is already close to curfew as it is." He nodded, and began to fight his way through the crowd to wards the door. With a glance back and a smile, he opened the door and braced for the cold. The fire whiskey had warmed him some, but it was still turning to wards Winter, and that would soon mean snow.
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Post by Regulus Black on Sept 18, 2007 11:20:56 GMT -5
Regulus looked at the coin in his hand, easily remembering how the old system had worked. He was glad that he had a way to keep in touch with Jonnie...the shock of being forced into the muggle world had been too much for him to consider alternatives to owls before. Watching his friend push his way through the bar, Regulus drained the last of his drink and shook his head to clear it up, leaving a piece of gold behind to tip the barmaid and weaving slowly towards the door himself.
>Fin<
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