Something Warm for a Cold Day (Kristin)

[griffin]

Griffin White shivered as a breeze of wind blew his hair back. Though he used a gel that was highly recommended by Wizard's Fashion magazine, it seemed to have no effect. He blew it out of his eyes and tried desperately to shape it back up. The year seemed to have moved so quickly. One second he was dating Amulet, who had gone back to Beauxbatons, the next he spent with Dom, and now his responsibilities of an Auror trainee had gotten larger. The only reason he was not already an Auror was because of his age. Apparently, 18 was too young to be an Auror in the eyes of the Ministry.

Finally, the snow was melting. It seemed as if winter would never end. The days were actually getting darker. And Griffin knew something was going on. The Ministry was covering up dissapearances, murders, and abductions on a daily basis.

The first drops of dew were only beginning to fall. Some days, darkness was present double the time that light was. Even still, he had to look at the bright part of things....if there were any. People like him were on the border of finding out the truth about things. Of course, rumors were flying around. Voldemort's heir, a new hero, and the works like that. Things like that would scare the heck out of the common witches and wizards of the Wizarding World. The Ministry did not want people to know, but they were getting pretty good guesses. Almost all the streets were coated with Ministry officials that honestly could be hiding a tad better. The Minister was so desperate that it seemed as if almost anyone could become an Auror and strut the streets of Hogsmeade and Diagon Alley.

The wind was REALLY getting to Griffin now. Shivering helplessly, he walked inside The Three Broomsticks. Silently, he ushered the bartender to bring him a butterbeer. Griffin drank it quickly and his insides became revitalized again. Still with his hood on, he scanned the room out of the corners of his eyes. It was a useful habit, but not one he was necessarily happy about.

[xxsainteh]

just talk yourself up

[/size]
A N D T E A R Y O U R S E L F D O W N
- - - - - - - - - - - -

While walking through Hogsmeade, Kristin could feel the cold, dry, crisp draft in the air. She took her jacket wrapped it around herself a bit more tightly, and crossed her arms. It didn't do very much good against the battle of cold air she was fighting, but it helped a bit. Kristin looked for a building to go into, but not any building. If she wandered into any building not knowing what it was she would look like a fool. So, she walked down the street and looked for somewhere she could go without not having a purpose there. Kristin finally found a place of temporary shelter, The Three Broomsticks. She opened the door to the pub, and walked inside while letting the warmth sink in, and wash out the cold. As the warmth sank into Kristin she looked around the pub trying to see if anyone she knew as there, or if there was someone interesting to talk to. At the moment she couldn't find anyone, so she sat down at the front counter, ordering a Butterbeer.

As Kristin's Butterbeer came up she grabbed the mug in which held the cold, yet somewhat refreshing drink, and sipped. It was good to feel a bit of cold mixed in with the sweet warmth of the pub. It gave you a sort of rush, not a large one, but a small, little, secret one you enjoyed quite personally.


NOTES: Sorry, it's not much to work with!
WORDS: 356
TAGGED: Griffin
CREDIT: made by HEY BAYBAY !? at caution. [/center]

[griffin]

The butterbeer gave Griffin a sort of wake-up call. Shocked his whole body with a rush of adrenaline. He swore he felt tired more of the time. As if he was aging drastically by the day. Especially recently. For some reason, Griffin White did not have the stamina and ability to hop back after pulling an all-nighter at the Ministry. But it could also have been because they were becoming more frequent nowadays. And in turn, that made him more grumpy. On the other hand, Griffin still loved the taste of butterbeer; acting as if it was some sort of 'fountain of youth'. If he was drowsy and needed to stay up longer, his top two energizers were coffee and butterbeer. Coffee still seemed like junk to him because it just tasted so BAD. How muggles drank it on a daily basis...he would never know.

Returing his attention to the glass mug of butterbeer in front of him, he drained it empty of its remaining contents. Griffin slammed the mug down onto the dimly lit, wooden table. The bartender quickly turned his attention to him. He raised his hand, which the bartender took as the signal for another round of butterbeer. As the new mug of butterbeer was placed in front of Griffin, the warm essence of the drink lingered into his nose and caused him to smile pleasurably. The drink soothed his dry throat and tingled through his body, making him warmer by the second.

Suddenly, the wooden door of the Three Broomsticks opened. A dry, freezing wind blew into the room. It caused him to shiver with a not so pleasant attitude. A commotion rose in the bar. Apparently, everyone else felt the same way as he did. He loooked toward the door and saw a pretty, petite girl. Obviously she went to Hogwarts. Maybe he could ask her about what was up with the great school. Griffin had not been there in months and was completely out of contact with his friends there. So he walked up to her, still wondering how to present an introductory. "Hello there. I'm Griffin. Would you like some company?" he said to her. Seeing her up close now, the stranger looked to be even more beautiful than from far away. Griffin wasn't trying to flirt with her, but was just being friendly. Hopefully she didn't take it that way and leave.