Post by Lyra Trix Malfoy on Feb 5, 2017 3:26:24 GMT -5
Lyra Bellatrix “Trix” Malfoy scraped her thumbnail along the label of her butterbeer, watching the entrance to the popular wizard’s pub The Three Broomsticks. A smile quirked at the corner of her mouth as she took another swig of her butterbeer. A small group of Hogwarts students entered the pub chatting and laughing amongst themselves. For a moment Lyra flashed back to her own years at the famous wizarding school. It certainly had never been dull. Lyra shifted in her seat. Sometimes she missed the school. Then again, no exams, no annoying teachers, no teen drama. Lyra certainly didn’t miss those parts of school. Even better, she had weekends to visit her beautiful niece. Surprise visit her niece at that.
Lyra grinned and popped another chip in her mouth. Madame Rosmerta served the best fish and chips in Hogsmeade. Not that there was a lot of competition. The Hogshead probably couldn’t pass a health inspection and Madame Puddifoot’s was a joke. And every Hogwarts student visited The Three Broomsticks on a Hogsmeade weekend. Druella would be by eventually. All Lyra had to do was wait and keep an eye on the door. Thankfully, Lyra had done the smart thing for once and planned ahead, arriving early so she could grab a good table with an unobstructed view of the pub’s doorway, promptly camping out. The elderly Madame Rosmerta had eyed her but didn’t say a word when Lyra had ordered a gillywater and English breakfast. She had continued to keep her mouth shut when lunchtime came around and Lyra switched her order up to butterbeer and fish and chips for which Lyra was grateful. She was already a bundle of nerves without the added stress of having to explain herself to a woman who knew for a fact that Lyra did not believe in breakfast or breakfast food—unless she was nervous.
The butterflies in Lyra’s stomach somersaulted again. Lyra quickly popped a fish in her mouth to keep from biting her lip. What if Druella doesn’t come? What if she isn’t excited to see me? The very idea that Druella wouldn’t be happy to see her was incredibly far-fetched. Aunt and niece got along famously well, much to the chagrin of Scorpius, Druella’s father and Lyra’s brother, anxiety didn’t often listen to reason. Lyra’s foot wiggled under the table; she couldn’t keep it still for nerves. Dru has to get here soon, right?
Lyra grinned and popped another chip in her mouth. Madame Rosmerta served the best fish and chips in Hogsmeade. Not that there was a lot of competition. The Hogshead probably couldn’t pass a health inspection and Madame Puddifoot’s was a joke. And every Hogwarts student visited The Three Broomsticks on a Hogsmeade weekend. Druella would be by eventually. All Lyra had to do was wait and keep an eye on the door. Thankfully, Lyra had done the smart thing for once and planned ahead, arriving early so she could grab a good table with an unobstructed view of the pub’s doorway, promptly camping out. The elderly Madame Rosmerta had eyed her but didn’t say a word when Lyra had ordered a gillywater and English breakfast. She had continued to keep her mouth shut when lunchtime came around and Lyra switched her order up to butterbeer and fish and chips for which Lyra was grateful. She was already a bundle of nerves without the added stress of having to explain herself to a woman who knew for a fact that Lyra did not believe in breakfast or breakfast food—unless she was nervous.
The butterflies in Lyra’s stomach somersaulted again. Lyra quickly popped a fish in her mouth to keep from biting her lip. What if Druella doesn’t come? What if she isn’t excited to see me? The very idea that Druella wouldn’t be happy to see her was incredibly far-fetched. Aunt and niece got along famously well, much to the chagrin of Scorpius, Druella’s father and Lyra’s brother, anxiety didn’t often listen to reason. Lyra’s foot wiggled under the table; she couldn’t keep it still for nerves. Dru has to get here soon, right?