Post by Antonio Dante on Mar 31, 2009 13:45:00 GMT -5
Antonio, or Tony as his friends called him, was leaning against a magically lighted bar sipping some Butterbeer. He could have Fire Whiskey if he wanted but for some reason he had never had the taste for it. A sigh escaped from his as he watched some of the teens hanging out. He knew that some of them had left Hogwarts because their parents were afraid of Voldemort. If they couldn’t go to school than why let them hang out in clubs? He shook his head slowly and took another sip. It made no sense. Parents were so irresponsible these days. Usually teenagers wouldn’t have the right to say that but Tony was wise beyond his years and had grown up fast. Sometimes he would act immature with his friend if they were but most of the time he was acceptable to society’s standards of mature. Around his father, though, Tony was always serious. If he did anything wrong or acted in any way that would displease his father he would be in big trouble. There would be consequences when he disrespected his father. He had somehow known that fact ever since he was old enough to walk and talk.
Tony finished his Butterbeer and turned back to the bar to order another one. He looked around the room once again at all the teens. A few he had seen in the corridors, and a few he hadn’t seen since fifth year. Man, times have changed. He should have brought a book. In his mind books always made everything better. They gave him the ability to think clearly. He would read when he mulled over every decision. Reading cleared his judgment as effectively as some time alone would for others. He shook his head at himself. He was in a club and was supposed to be having fun but all he could think about was sitting down with a good book. He now considered the possibility that he had the soul of an old man stuck in his young body. He was going to think more on the subject but the bartender’s voice stopped all of his thoughts. He turned back to the bar to get his drink. He grabbed the handle and turned back to lean against the bar but someone knocked into him. This caused the drink he was holding to fly into the air and splash liquid on a person near him.
Tony cursed under his breath and went over to the person on whom the Butterbeer was spilt. He ignored the apology that was uttered by the girl who had run into him as (he assumed) some sort of pick up ploy to ask him out. “Sorry bout that,” He said, fully meaning his apology “I didn’t mean to spill anything on you.” He then got out his wand to dry the person he had apologized to. After the person was dry he turned back to the bar again. He held up his pointer and middle finger to signal for two more. “Here…Drink’s on me…”
Tony finished his Butterbeer and turned back to the bar to order another one. He looked around the room once again at all the teens. A few he had seen in the corridors, and a few he hadn’t seen since fifth year. Man, times have changed. He should have brought a book. In his mind books always made everything better. They gave him the ability to think clearly. He would read when he mulled over every decision. Reading cleared his judgment as effectively as some time alone would for others. He shook his head at himself. He was in a club and was supposed to be having fun but all he could think about was sitting down with a good book. He now considered the possibility that he had the soul of an old man stuck in his young body. He was going to think more on the subject but the bartender’s voice stopped all of his thoughts. He turned back to the bar to get his drink. He grabbed the handle and turned back to lean against the bar but someone knocked into him. This caused the drink he was holding to fly into the air and splash liquid on a person near him.
Tony cursed under his breath and went over to the person on whom the Butterbeer was spilt. He ignored the apology that was uttered by the girl who had run into him as (he assumed) some sort of pick up ploy to ask him out. “Sorry bout that,” He said, fully meaning his apology “I didn’t mean to spill anything on you.” He then got out his wand to dry the person he had apologized to. After the person was dry he turned back to the bar again. He held up his pointer and middle finger to signal for two more. “Here…Drink’s on me…”
