Who: Everyone!
Where: Hogsmeade Village
When: Saturday, December 17th 11:00am - 5:30pm
What: Christmas shopping and tomfollery all around.
Rating: Varying
Warning: None.
By the time the school clock strikes ten the students and professors who lingered for the holidays are already beginning to fill the halls all of them making their way towards the front
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"Would you have kvass, then?" His eyes rise again to Madam Rosmerta, a hopeful smile vanishing as she shakes her head. "No?"
In the end, he orders a Butterbeer instead, able to accept that a drink from home wouldn't be common around here. As warm and comforting as his first mug is, after a second he begins to question the use of "beer" in its name. Hardly alcoholic... this year will be difficult if he finds nothing stronger.
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Eventually he meanders into The Three Broomsticks, easily picking Latvia's figure at the bar out from the rest, and settles next to him. He finds it a lot easier to get a hold of some vodka, frowning a bit because the stuff from his land is obviously better than the stuff they have here but he's not one to look a gift horse in the mouth.
"What are you drinking, Latvia?" It's certainly nothing he's seen before.
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But Russia's asked him something, and he's only obligated to answer, "B-Butterbeer, she calls it. It's... alright."
His attention isn't on it at all, however, and he stares at Russia's drink with a certain longing he can't begin to hide.
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There's a little knowing look, because it's fairly obvious that Latvia looks younger than drinking age and she wouldn't have given him any. Russia chuckles when he sees that Latvia hasn't taken his eyes off of the vodka in front of him and, taking pity on the poor nation, he waits for the barmaid to walk off before leaning over and spiking his butterbeer with practiced ease.
"It is better now, I suspect?"
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"M-much better! Thanks," Setting it down again, he's quiet but steady, "I... need to find other ways...."
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"The castle is depressingly low on alcohol isn't it?" He's acutely aware of this fact. It's been so long since he's had a decent amount of vodka in his system. "Perhaps there is a place that sells it here. That would be lovely."
Yeah, he just about swoons at the thought.
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He rests an arm on the bar to lean closer, eyes glancing about warily as he goes on in a whisper, "I hear there is another bar, somewhere in Hogsmeade. I came to this one first since it was easier to find. But I am sure the other hosts stronger fare."
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"Are you suggesting that we might go and search for the other?"
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He's already eager to go by himself if he has to, setting his money down with care but taking his bottle in hand as he gets down from his seat. He doesn't make much of a move to leave yet, though, waiting to hear what Russia would like to do.
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He tips his head at Latvia, gesturing for him to lead the way, and nonchalantly follows him out the door. Really, he's up for an adventure especially if it ends in Vodka for him.
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The most he remembers is that the bar is "secluded". As he and Russia head down the road, he hopes it wouldn't mean outsiders are unwelcome. Could that be why it's so hush-hush? He's overlooking the point of not encouraging students to drink, either, but it's still a scary thought! The more the passers-by thin out the more he seems to tremble, navigating with his head slightly ducked so as not to catch any (potentially) unfriendly eyes.
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He's not really worried about disapproval, then again it is Russia after all. If anything he makes it so people avoid them more or less. But he notices how Latvia trembles a bit more and hunches in on himself and ruffles his hair, "Don't worry so much, Latvia."
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