Post by Leon Foster on May 20, 2011 1:33:23 GMT -5
It was around eight in the evening when Leon entered into Joker's Bar. The stars in the sky, the crickets chirping outside, the hot Mediterranean climate, and the building having all its windows open was enough for the Gryffindor to realize that he was finally in Sunny Spain, even though it was night time. All he'd had to do was wait a year for summer to come. It was also rather strange but interesting to him how the wizards and witches in Drakborough seemed to live in a medieval world despite the ever changing world of muggles around them. At least in America they acknowledged the Renaissance.
But it was different in a good way, as well. Leon may have been born to muggles in a muggle world, and may have grown up surrounded by technology and the usual trappings of a normal childhood, but he was a wizard. Here, a young man dressed in black robes with a wand in his pocket, was where he belonged. Amongst his own people.
'Hey, kid!' A wizard dressed in a long green robe and a long, drooping hat that might've passed for a sleeping cap yelled with an accent tinged with an interesting mix of romance languages, 'You're too young to be in here, get out!' The wizard's two friends, dressed in similar clothing of varying colors, all yelled at the young man in agreement. A young witch with an olive complexion, about ten years older than Leon, probably only a little older than the Headmaster, smiled at him sympathetically as she passed their table with a plate of drinks.
"I'm sorry guys," Leon said, "I thought you guys wanted free drinks. I must've been mistaken..." As the Gryffindor turned to leave, the three wizards changed their tune and were suddenly wondering just how much the boy was willing to shell out. 'You know you can't drink anything too strong, right kid? That's against the rules and we come here everyday, so we're not gonna look bad no matter how much you pay us.' Leon turned back around with a smile on his face, "Me? I don't want a drink. I just wanted to spend some time in the bar, see what's new. I'll pay for yours, though, if you let me stay."
The three wizards looked at each other, muttering to themselves. Leon, with his height, strong face, and stature clearly could've passed for much older than seventeen. Nothing they'd get in trouble for if they 'couldn't tell.' 'Alright kid,' said the friend to the left of the green robed wizard, 'drinks on you tonight. We'll go easy, we're not gonna fish in a kid's wallet.' "Thanks, guys," Leon said with a grin, and took a seat at a nearby table.
Maybe he'd be able to run into some interesting characters tonight.
But it was different in a good way, as well. Leon may have been born to muggles in a muggle world, and may have grown up surrounded by technology and the usual trappings of a normal childhood, but he was a wizard. Here, a young man dressed in black robes with a wand in his pocket, was where he belonged. Amongst his own people.
'Hey, kid!' A wizard dressed in a long green robe and a long, drooping hat that might've passed for a sleeping cap yelled with an accent tinged with an interesting mix of romance languages, 'You're too young to be in here, get out!' The wizard's two friends, dressed in similar clothing of varying colors, all yelled at the young man in agreement. A young witch with an olive complexion, about ten years older than Leon, probably only a little older than the Headmaster, smiled at him sympathetically as she passed their table with a plate of drinks.
"I'm sorry guys," Leon said, "I thought you guys wanted free drinks. I must've been mistaken..." As the Gryffindor turned to leave, the three wizards changed their tune and were suddenly wondering just how much the boy was willing to shell out. 'You know you can't drink anything too strong, right kid? That's against the rules and we come here everyday, so we're not gonna look bad no matter how much you pay us.' Leon turned back around with a smile on his face, "Me? I don't want a drink. I just wanted to spend some time in the bar, see what's new. I'll pay for yours, though, if you let me stay."
The three wizards looked at each other, muttering to themselves. Leon, with his height, strong face, and stature clearly could've passed for much older than seventeen. Nothing they'd get in trouble for if they 'couldn't tell.' 'Alright kid,' said the friend to the left of the green robed wizard, 'drinks on you tonight. We'll go easy, we're not gonna fish in a kid's wallet.' "Thanks, guys," Leon said with a grin, and took a seat at a nearby table.
Maybe he'd be able to run into some interesting characters tonight.