[Open - Event Log] Hogsmeade Weekend!

[magicdrafters]

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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The Three Broomsticks bar

[latviandere]

Latvia is looking mighty small sitting at the bar. He tries to prove himself old enough for a stronger drink with little success, his face far too young for that to seem true. In the end he sighs, turning a spare coin in his hands.

"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.

[za_rodina]

Russia had gone about the village once already, mostly scouting it out and staring at wonder at the sheer magic it exudes. It's not like Hogwarts itself isn't magical, but to see it in everyday life as well? Well, that's a bit different.

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.

[latviandere]

Latvia doesn't notice Russia at his side immediately, frowning a bit at his own mug's foam as the lager nation takes a seat. It's the sound of "vodka" at his ear and the voice attached to it that gets him out of his reverie. Watching the exchange of money and drink, it looks so easy it feels unfair.

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.

[za_rodina]

"She wouldn't give you alcohol would she?"

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?"

[latviandere]

He shakes his head, a rather youthful excitement appearing on his face when he's treated. Still, once Rosmerta passes by again, he has patience to take another swig from his butterbeer slowly as though little has changed. Russia's not the only one who's pulled something like this before, and this way he can savor it all the better. He's happy to notice more of a liquor taste than a candy one, and he smiles over the rim of his tankard. He could get used to it this way.

"M-much better! Thanks," Setting it down again, he's quiet but steady, "I... need to find other ways...."

[za_rodina]

"It is no problem~" He waves a dismissive hand and returns the little smile. For a moment he simply drinks from his glass, musing of nothing really. But when Latvia speaks he tips his head and nods in agreement with Latvia's statement.

"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.

[latviandere]

"I'm n-not positive about where to find good Vodka, but..."

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."

[za_rodina]

"Another bar?" He tips his head down to catch that, gaze locked on the glass in his hand. That's a promising tale, to tell the least, and it's quite possible a trip down there will be worthwhile for the both of them.

"Are you suggesting that we might go and search for the other?"

[latviandere]

"I-it couldn't hurt..." Latvia chances a quirk of a smile, whispering and tipping his head towards the shelves of bottles before them. "Especially when the alternative is to settle with drinking only this stuff, right?"

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.

[za_rodina]

"Sure, why not?" He shrugs, an easy grin on his lips, and snags the rest of his vodka. "Do you know which way it was?"

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.

[latviandere]

"It is off the main street, I'm sure of that much!" Despite his doubts there is a certain excitement in his step, as he heads in what he hopes is the right direction. "A-and father down the road from here...."

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.

[za_rodina]

"Well, that should be enough to start with." He hums and slips his hands in his pockets as they meander down the road.

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."