Open RP: A bit of a pub crawl...
Rose was, frankly, getting a bit stir-crazy. Certainly Hogwarts had a never-ending supply of hallways and rooms to explore, but the novelty of moving staircases and hallways much longer than they looked had begun to wear off, particularly having the TARDIS as a point of comparison. Freshly radiant blonde thanks to a very useful sorting bribe, Rose decided it was time to put her Plot into action. (No, not that Plot, the other one.) With only Jack's diminishing stores of hypervodka to experiment with, Rose's goal of highly intoxicating, very tasty, and hangover-proof alcohol has proven elusive. She figured she needed more experience with magickal liquor to make her efforts more fruitful.
So the only solution was to go down to Hogsmeade and find herself a pub, pronto.
Finally, a use for the good clothes she'd taken from home on her vacation to London! Rose dressed with care, albeit a bit less revealing than she would back at home hitting the clubs with Shareen. Still, it would be good to get out. She just hoped that she was up to the challenge of a very foreign array of drinks. Oh, who was she kidding? If she managed alien pubs, she could certainly manage a Scottish one. Maybe.
With determination and sensible-yet-stylish shoes (because really, who knew when you'd have to run for your life?), Rose headed into Hogsmeade looking for this Three Broomsticks place she'd heard about. Still, with predictable luck, it wasn't The Three Broomsticks she saw first, but a rather dingy looking joint called The Hog's Head. Still. When in Rome... She shrugged and headed inside, wrinkling her nose at the faint odor of goat that wafted out the door as she peered in the gloom.
(Please feel free to join Rose, harass Rose, direct Rose to a nicer pub, whatever you like.)
So the only solution was to go down to Hogsmeade and find herself a pub, pronto.
Finally, a use for the good clothes she'd taken from home on her vacation to London! Rose dressed with care, albeit a bit less revealing than she would back at home hitting the clubs with Shareen. Still, it would be good to get out. She just hoped that she was up to the challenge of a very foreign array of drinks. Oh, who was she kidding? If she managed alien pubs, she could certainly manage a Scottish one. Maybe.
With determination and sensible-yet-stylish shoes (because really, who knew when you'd have to run for your life?), Rose headed into Hogsmeade looking for this Three Broomsticks place she'd heard about. Still, with predictable luck, it wasn't The Three Broomsticks she saw first, but a rather dingy looking joint called The Hog's Head. Still. When in Rome... She shrugged and headed inside, wrinkling her nose at the faint odor of goat that wafted out the door as she peered in the gloom.
(Please feel free to join Rose, harass Rose, direct Rose to a nicer pub, whatever you like.)