ThisIsWhatTheEdgeOfYourSeatWasMadeFor____; Opeen

[Star Straynge]

Finally, it was Friday, and the students had just been released to the deathly grasp of their professors, much to Star's relief. Star didn't really have much else to do, so, wandered off to The Three Broomsticks. He shivered, hugging his black, My Chemical Romance hoodie closer, in attempt to keep a bit warmer. Jogging the rest of the way, he finally reached the door of the popular pub. Opening it, he heard the shrill, yet welcoming jingle of a small silver attached to the door knob on the other side of the door, alerting employees of an incoming costumer. Immediately, Star felt warm and toasty, the pub was as heated as some of the drinks that were served there. Star sighed, his dark gaze searching around for a vacant seat. Apparently, he wasn't the only student who had gotten the brilliant idea to come to The Three Broomsticks to wind down, and try and warm up.


Heaving a sigh, Star finally spotted a vacant bar stool. His mouth formed into a surprised "O", and then he darted over to it, taking a seat, afraid someone was prepared to take the stool from him. "In a hurry, Mr Straynge?" came the voice of the bartender that had always tended to him ever since his third year. "Just a bit" he replied with a friendly grin. The bartender smiled, wiping off the bar, "What can I get for you today, Star?" he inquired. "How 'bout a Butterbeer?" Star replied. "One Butterbeer comin' up" the bartender replied, disappearing for a moment or two, than returning with a bottle of the beverage Star had requested for.

"Thanks" Star replied, as he set the bottle in front of him, Star was getting the money he owed out of his pocket. "No, this one's on the house." The bartender said, grinning. "Thanks" Star added again, opening the bottle and taking a swig of the warm liquid that slid quickly down his throat warming his whole body, only half paying attention to the shrill noise of the bell.

[Vike Legendhand]

A black figure weaved through the cobblestone streets, barely making a sound. The rain poured down from the sky, with on one on the street only the hushed breath of the boy, and the rain pounding on the cobblestone could be heard. Covered in slick rain, the figure was having trouble keeping on his feet instead of falling down on the ground.

His breath came to a reliefing Whoosh as the familuar pub came into view. "Relief from the rain, finally." he muttered, walking towards the stoop of the porch. He finally reached it, and his breath returned to normal. He swung the door open, and walked in dripping wet. He threw of his cloak and put it on a coat hanger. His bright red hair shone in the warm pub light and his hands slid into his jean pockets.

"What can I do for you Vike?" The bartender asked. "Just A Butterbeer." Vike replied, spotting an empty stool and jumping on it. His drink slid inront of him and Vike took a hearty drink.

[Star Straynge]

Star blinked, shaking himself from his thoughts. His dark colored eyes went from the well polished surface of the bar, to a tall red head that had just entered. He was a real turn off if you didn't like red heads, which happened to be exactly the opposite in Star's case. He watched the read head take a seat on an empty bar stool not too far from where Star was. Star was lacking someone to talk to, and that boy was a someone, so what the hell, right? So, Star rose from his current seat, taking his drink with him and made the short distance over to the boy.

Star pursed his lips, "this seat taken? Star inquired pointing to the seat next to the boy, waiting for his reply.

[Vike Legendhand]

Dripping wet, Vike's head shot up, his red hair covering the only vision he had. This scence had a bit of Deja Vou. Like the music video for A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More. Maybe Vike was just water logged. He shrugged. "I guess it isn't." he replied.

Sitting on the edge of his stool he slighty leaned back. "I guess this isn't time to exchange hi's." he said, probably still glaring, from his earlier in counter with his ex.

[Star Straynge]

"Thanks" Star muttered, taking the seat, and setting his beverage down on the bar in front of him. "My name's Star, by the way" he added. Star raised his eyebrows at the unfamiliar boy's next statement, his confusion totally obvious. Then, he noted the glare the other boy wore, there was no telling, especially if he was around here. Anything could have happened, too numerous to even mention. "It isn't?"