Post by Jane Till on Jan 19, 2010 3:44:59 GMT -5
((i'm a little rusty ;D ))
It was cold and Jane buried her head in her thick black cashmere scarf as she scurried through the snow toward her destination. She didn't want to leave home with such a bad storm brewing, but the yells and bangs coming from her parent's room had quickly sent her running. As her feet dragged through the two feet of snow, her right foot snagged on a buried boulder and she tripped. Momentarily stunned, Jane found herself completely immersed in the soft thick snow. At that point there was nothing to do but laugh. But after a moment, Jane stopped suddenly as her small voice was too loud for the calm quiet air.
She stood up and brushed the wet particles off her brown leather boots and dark jeans. She then readjusted her peacoat, scarf, hat and gloves before setting off a brisk walk- desperate to get out off the horrible weather. The town of Hogsmeade appeared in the distance and her pace quickened. A smile appeared on her face as the small tower of the building she was heading toward appeared. She pushed open the large wooden door of the Three Broomsticks and smiled as the warm, sweet smelling air filled her nostrils. She headed straight toward the bar, the smile still wide on her face, desperate to give her order to the barmaid. "I'll take a butterbeer and some bangers with mash please." She threw down a galleon on the table before turning and searching a darkly lit booth, preferably in the corner. After spotting one, her bootheels tapped the floor as she briskly walked to the dark comfort she'd been seeking. The soft leather chair molded to her small shoulders as she leaned back in the booth and closed her eyes, thinking that it was too early for this much stress.
It was cold and Jane buried her head in her thick black cashmere scarf as she scurried through the snow toward her destination. She didn't want to leave home with such a bad storm brewing, but the yells and bangs coming from her parent's room had quickly sent her running. As her feet dragged through the two feet of snow, her right foot snagged on a buried boulder and she tripped. Momentarily stunned, Jane found herself completely immersed in the soft thick snow. At that point there was nothing to do but laugh. But after a moment, Jane stopped suddenly as her small voice was too loud for the calm quiet air.
She stood up and brushed the wet particles off her brown leather boots and dark jeans. She then readjusted her peacoat, scarf, hat and gloves before setting off a brisk walk- desperate to get out off the horrible weather. The town of Hogsmeade appeared in the distance and her pace quickened. A smile appeared on her face as the small tower of the building she was heading toward appeared. She pushed open the large wooden door of the Three Broomsticks and smiled as the warm, sweet smelling air filled her nostrils. She headed straight toward the bar, the smile still wide on her face, desperate to give her order to the barmaid. "I'll take a butterbeer and some bangers with mash please." She threw down a galleon on the table before turning and searching a darkly lit booth, preferably in the corner. After spotting one, her bootheels tapped the floor as she briskly walked to the dark comfort she'd been seeking. The soft leather chair molded to her small shoulders as she leaned back in the booth and closed her eyes, thinking that it was too early for this much stress.