Post by Artemis on Jan 14, 2006 7:51:00 GMT
The bell on the door rang as a slim figure slunk quietly into the Three Broomsticks. The bartender nodded at her shortly, and she found herself a table near the corner of the place. She was a regular customer here, and within a few minutes, a waitress brought her usual butterbeer and left her alone. A short fingernail picked at a crack in the wood of the table as she thought. This was the girl's, Artemis's, last year at school. Lately, she hadn't felt... well, she wasn't quite sure what she felt. Like this wasn't where she needed to be anymore, she supposed. One hand settled around the cold glass and lifted it to Artemis's lips. When the glass touched the wood of the table again, a good portion of it was empty. The hand reached up to one of the girl's currently throbbing temples and rubbed it gingerly. Artemis was starting to feel better; the butterbeer was helping. She lifted the glass for another long gulp.
Somewhere between her picking up the mug of butterbeer and setting it down, she made a decision. This would be her last time sitting in this room, at this table. If she was no longer needed at school, she didn't see a point in staying. A large part of her tried to deny this, but she knew what she had to do. Her brain told her limbs to move, to go back to the school to pack up and leave, but for some reason, they weren't obeying. For a long time she sat there, at first not thinking anything, then thinking about everything. Everything that had gone on over the past few years. How much she truly loved this place. Artemis didn't even notice her own tears until one found its way into the corner of her mouth. Quietly ducking her head, she wiped her eyes and face with the hem of her robe and drank the rest of her butterbeer.
For a moment, she considered leaving, but decided that, if it was to be her last time here for a while, she might as well enjoy it. Slowly, she sat back down and motioned to the waitress for another drink. Artemis sat there for a long time, watching people in the pub, prohibiting herself from a single thought for a long time. When she did think, it was small things, meaningless things. The next time she glanced down at the table, there was a full glass there. She sat puzzled for a moment, then rather amused that she had so lost herself for such a long time. But by the time she drank, her thoughts were heavy again, and it seemed that this time, the warming drink wouldn't be helping her spirits this time.
Somewhere between her picking up the mug of butterbeer and setting it down, she made a decision. This would be her last time sitting in this room, at this table. If she was no longer needed at school, she didn't see a point in staying. A large part of her tried to deny this, but she knew what she had to do. Her brain told her limbs to move, to go back to the school to pack up and leave, but for some reason, they weren't obeying. For a long time she sat there, at first not thinking anything, then thinking about everything. Everything that had gone on over the past few years. How much she truly loved this place. Artemis didn't even notice her own tears until one found its way into the corner of her mouth. Quietly ducking her head, she wiped her eyes and face with the hem of her robe and drank the rest of her butterbeer.
For a moment, she considered leaving, but decided that, if it was to be her last time here for a while, she might as well enjoy it. Slowly, she sat back down and motioned to the waitress for another drink. Artemis sat there for a long time, watching people in the pub, prohibiting herself from a single thought for a long time. When she did think, it was small things, meaningless things. The next time she glanced down at the table, there was a full glass there. She sat puzzled for a moment, then rather amused that she had so lost herself for such a long time. But by the time she drank, her thoughts were heavy again, and it seemed that this time, the warming drink wouldn't be helping her spirits this time.
Liet & Mr.Tatakichi