Post by dexter on Feb 2, 2010 16:10:12 GMT -5
Bad company I can't deny
Dexter loved weekends. Weekends were the only time when he could escape the school, escape the students, escape people staring at him, and escape people coming up and talking to him. There was just no denying it- Dexter was just happier being by himself- even in a crowded room, he was quite happy to sit in the back, pretending that he was invisible, lost in his own, complicated brooding thoughts.
Going back to being a night owl was a big plus on the weekends, too. For two days, he could stay up through the night as long as he wanted, not having to worry about getting up early. On this Friday night, he was extremely happy about that major plus, and he was going to use it to its full advantage. Rushing out of the school, he headed up to Hogsmeade, kicking up dust with his old brown sneakers as he moved fast, but silently along the dusty road.
Dexter kept his head down while he walked the road, doing his utmost best to avoid the glances that came his way. Normally, Dexter wouldn’t be in Hogsmeade- the only time pertaining was when he had a chocolate fix- but since Hogsmeade was the closest wizarding village available to him, Dexter really didn’t have a choice in his escape attempts.
The Professor probably shouldn’t be walking through the door of the three broomsticks, either. Dexter wasn’t a heavy drinker by any means-or even a drinker- but for some reason, the Professor was craving a need for a red current rum. Making his way to a table furthest away from the door and prying eyes, Dexter sat down, hunching himself up against the wall, as he tried to blend into it.
Nodding his head to the bar, Dexter waited patiently for the waitress to come over and take his drink order. Dexter knew he shouldn’t, as him and drinking never really went hand in hand- he always ended up sprouting his brand of advice to anyone that was in hearing range. That was the downfall to Dexter’s drinking habits.
tag: Brett Lott!
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Lyrics: Bad Company, by Bad Company