Post by nz101nz on Oct 18, 2015 19:58:36 GMT -6
As his old friend walked by him, Hagrid couldn't help but wonder if bringing a goat along was best, considering how tense the village felt to him. "M'afriad I'm gunna have ter pass on the ale, Abe. Not one ter drink when I'm on an assignment." A foggy memory of a hooded man and himself sharing a drink slowly enters his mind...
He follows Aberforth down the flight of stairs, one step at a time, trying to make as little noise as possible. The old staircase wasn't on his side though, creaking under the enormous weight of the half-giant. After what seemed like an hour to him, he steps off the last step and slowly looks up.
The Hogs Head, run-down and forgotten by time and person alike, never felt so warm and inviting. Truth be told, Hagrid did not want to go back outside. He wanted to sit down in his favourite poofy chair beside a small glowing fire, a glass of Abe's best Firewhiskey at his side and just fall asleep, forgetting what had happened yesterday.
But he couldn't and Hagrid knew that. Aberforth was determined to find this goblin fellow and no one was going to change his old stubborn mind. And he wasn't about to let his friend wander the back-streets of Hogsmeade alone, especially during these times.
Reluctantly, Hagrid makes his way over to the back door of the inn, still trying to make little noise. With one of his sausage-sized fingers he moved the dusty blind covering the window pane, ever so slightly, peeking out as he does. Some fog had moved it. A dim but definitive light at the other end of the alley, across the street, catches the half-giant's eye. A sudden shiver of fear, a quick blink, and it was gone.
Questioning whether or not his tired mind was playing tricks on him, he called out quietly to Aberforth,
"You almost ready Abe?"
He follows Aberforth down the flight of stairs, one step at a time, trying to make as little noise as possible. The old staircase wasn't on his side though, creaking under the enormous weight of the half-giant. After what seemed like an hour to him, he steps off the last step and slowly looks up.
The Hogs Head, run-down and forgotten by time and person alike, never felt so warm and inviting. Truth be told, Hagrid did not want to go back outside. He wanted to sit down in his favourite poofy chair beside a small glowing fire, a glass of Abe's best Firewhiskey at his side and just fall asleep, forgetting what had happened yesterday.
But he couldn't and Hagrid knew that. Aberforth was determined to find this goblin fellow and no one was going to change his old stubborn mind. And he wasn't about to let his friend wander the back-streets of Hogsmeade alone, especially during these times.
Reluctantly, Hagrid makes his way over to the back door of the inn, still trying to make little noise. With one of his sausage-sized fingers he moved the dusty blind covering the window pane, ever so slightly, peeking out as he does. Some fog had moved it. A dim but definitive light at the other end of the alley, across the street, catches the half-giant's eye. A sudden shiver of fear, a quick blink, and it was gone.
Questioning whether or not his tired mind was playing tricks on him, he called out quietly to Aberforth,
"You almost ready Abe?"