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Post by evan royal rowley on Dec 19, 2011 14:50:03 GMT -5
Evan was glad it was the weekend, being free from school. He never realized teaching was so demanding, but maybe after his class, there might be a few more potential healers out in the world in a few years. He received a pair of free tickets to a Quidditich match from his school mate, Tristan. Evan planned on taking Eudora, or at the least, Declan, but neither of them wanted to go. It was a pity, really, but Evan went by his lonesome anyways, just because it's been ages since he's been to a Quidditch match. It was very enjoyable, actually. It was relaxing, watching a professional team compared to the Hogwarts games (though, those were nice as well), and not have to worry about students or patients.
He went off to a near by wizard bar, after sending a note to his friend telling him to meet him there and that he'd pay for a round of drinks if he came. He took a seat and ordered two shots of firewhiskey and took a sip of his while waiting for a friend. He sighed and began to think of Eudora. He couldn't get her out of his head ever since she sent him those divorce papers. Well, the copy of the divorce papers. But that wasn't the only thing that made it impossible for him to get his mind of her. She had ruined his best mate's relationship with Jo by appearing and telling the poor girl that Declan was married. Or was, now. But what were the chances of the two getting back together? He was going to have a very stern conversation with Eudora when he next saw her, or a strongly worded letter.
"Bartender, can I get another shot of firewhiskey?" he asked, finishing up his first. The man gave him a funny look before going off and getting him another.
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Post by tristan rowan wade on Dec 19, 2011 15:30:24 GMT -5
  Tristan loved being out on the quidditch pitch, ever since he was second year Gryffindor in Hogwarts and became the Gryffindor seeker. The wind in your face and the excitement shown on his face as he zoomed around the pitch to find the little golden ball and win the match for his team. He was friends with his team and they really kept him safe out on the pitch from rouge bludgers and never got in his way, cause he was very deteremined to get the snitch and win the match. He loved to hear the crowd cheer in the winning of the game.
He had sent a pair of tickets to his mate, Evan Rowley. Tristan knew that his school mate probably hadn't seen a quidditch match, a pro team playing, for a while and knew that he would like to see his team play. Tristan and his team, The Prides, of course won the match, with Tristan catching the golden snitch. He always liked catching the snitch and the excitement shown in the crowd around him , by yelling and cheering when his hand grasped it.
He had received a note from Evan, telling him to meet him at a local bar and that he would pay for a round of drinks if he came. He decided to accept his offer, wanting to spend time with his old friend and bid goodbye to his team mates after the match was over, heading to the bar. He entered the bar, looking around for his friend and smiled when he saw him.
He headed over to his friend and chuckled when he saw he already had another shot of Firewhiskey, "Something on your mind, mate?" he said sitting down beside his friend. " Its got to be a woman, am I correct?" he said with a light chuckle, he himself never really had any trouble with women , he never really had a true relationship. He would help his friend out though, women can be a complicated subject. Very complicated subject.
[/size] been a long cold 332 words. lonely winter finished. feels like years Evan Rowley. since its been clear LOVELY OUTFIT. slowly melting nom nom nom. its alright REAL SLIM SHADY !? @ caution 2.0 [/color].[/blockquote][/size] [/center] |
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Post by evan royal rowley on Dec 19, 2011 15:40:23 GMT -5
Evan smiled upon seeing his friend enter the bar, setting down his glass of firewhiskey. Tristan had won the game today by catching the golden snitch. It was an amazing feat and it made Evan wonder how professional Quidditch players could play so fast and so well without having to worry about falling off their brooms. Evan used brooms a lot as a form of traveling, but he could never play Quidditch. No, even in Hogswarts, Evan wasn't much of a sports player. Once, he fell off his broom on the way to a sick patient into a lake. Well, Declan pushed him off, but most people could hold on to their broom. He couldn't even imagine himself playing Quidditch at the pace some people did.
"Nice game, Tristan. Close save in the end," he commented to his friend, sliding the other firewhiskey glass towards him. "What? Troubles. Well, yeah, I guess." Tristan knew somewhat of his love of Eudora. It used to be just Isabelle who knew everything of his love life, but since his big confession to Eudora, more and more of his mate's began to pick up on Evan's love life. Some supported him, some didn't. Hopefully, Tristan would, even though he knew that his Quidditch playing friend could never hold a solid relationship. Not like Evan should talk; even though he was ready and willing for a committed relationship, he kept waiting for Eudora to let him in. Evan's last relationship was in Hogwarts, though that didn't last very long.
He sighed. "You're correct. But I don't want to talk about it," he told him. Evan eyed his shot of whiskey, wondering if he should chug this one down as well. He did want to end up drunk at some point, to forget his troubles, but at the same time, he didn't want people to see him drunk. He had a reputation as an honorable man, you see. He didn't want any future patients of his to doubt him because of a rumor that he was a constant drunk, or something of that sort. "How about you? Find any pretty ladies?" he asked with a smile, taking a sip of his firewhiskey.
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Post by tristan rowan wade on Dec 19, 2011 17:13:39 GMT -5
[/IMG] Tristan smiled at his friend, he must have enjoyed the quidditch match, Tristan knew he did. It was a big adrenaline high for him, he loved playing quidditch and from what he knew, he was pretty good at it. He loved every part of it and the friends he made from it. He was friends with a few other players of the opposite team, they would send him a note to congratulate him on winning and ask him any secrets he had just for laughs, knowing Tristan never gave out his secrets and strategies. He was very competitive on the pitch.
" Thanks. It was a close game, I'm still on a bit of a high." he said to his friend, taking the glass and taking a sip of the firewhiskey. He wasn't much of a drinker, he went out very rarely. He didn't want to be one of the players that only had a drinking life outside the game. He looked at his friend and nodded, he only heard a bit of Evan. He knew he taught at Hogwarts, he didn't know how his mate could handle all those kids, knowing how they were.
He heard a bit of his love life and he supported his friend, like he always did for his friends. He knew about Eudora, but it didn't change how he looked at him. He was still Evan to him. He nodded, " 'Course. You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, but I'm here if you need anyone. I support you." he said to his friend, taking another sip of his firewhiskey, then setting the glass down. He smiled, "Me, oh I'm fine, still single. If your not counting my cat." he said with a light chuckle when he brought up his cat, No, other than that, no. I wish I could find someone. Someone who will not just see the professional quidditch player. " he said with a light sigh. He didn't want anyone just because what he was, he wanted someone who would accept him for himself, not just for a title. His cat was the only female who was like that at the moment. He picked his glass of firewhiskey up and looked at his friend and drank it down and set the now empty glass back down onto the bar.
[/size] been a long cold 396 words. lonely winter finished. feels like years Evan Rowley. since its been clear LOVELY OUTFIT. slowly melting nom nom nom. its alright REAL SLIM SHADY !? @ caution 2.0 [/color].[/blockquote][/size] [/center] |
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