√. SEVENTH.

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[OOC: This is what I get for working on weekends, guise! ;_; This is an action kinda post where you can stalk and/or bother Ludwig! This is backdated to early Sunday!]

Ludwig had just exited Madam Puddifoot's, and honestly, he had no idea why he had even -entered- that place. With somewhat of a lost expression on his face, he continued to walk

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In Person

[batcomrade]

Ryan was walking a bit aimlessly through the streets of Hogsmeade. He had already picked up some spare parchment and ink, and he was thinking a bit about where to head next for his shopping. It was during this pondering that he briefly saw Ludwig enter The Three Broomsticks and started to feel nervous. He eventually decided that this was a good time to make things right and entered the Inn quietly, hoping that the perfect apology would come into his head before too long.

In Person; changing style of writing XD

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Ludwig headed toward the main counter and ordered a tall glass of butterbeer. He would have preferred good old German beer, but unfortunately, here, he was considered underage, so alcohol wasn't allowed.

Turning around to head to a free table, he noticed Ryan and waved.

"Ah, a familiar face."

In Person

[batcomrade]

"Oh, Ludwig!" Ryan said nervously as he approached the table. "How are you doin' , man? I mean what're the odds of two fellers from Hogwarts meetin' up like this, right?"

In Person

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While sitting down, he smiled slightly and replied, "The odds are actually fairly decent, seeing as it's the first weekend of the month."

"How are you?"

[stberrykissplz]

(would it be ok if I bugged? Also, how come if two folk are talkin to one guy, do they don't notice eachother? lol)

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[ooc: You don't have to ask! And each new thread is separate from all of the others. In other words, Ludwig is just entering the pub in each thread; it's like a clean slate.]

[inglorious]

[Yeeeeah don't mind the fact you have a pair of red eyes staring at you from across the street half hidden behind another building. He's watching you Ludwig... SO CLOSELY.

Okay so Gilbert wasn't very much convinced yet since he didn't have the proof that Ludwig was indeed his brother of sorts...but still the prospect he could be was enough to eat at the little bastard.... Enough to make Gilbert stalk after him.

Idly he popped one of those jelly beans into his mouth as he watched Ludwig meander further away. Giving a light chew to the piece of candy he froze up before spitting it out to make a face.]

UGH! F-fucking! BLAH!

[ Trying to swallow down the oh so pleasant taste of 'earwax' he slanted his vision back over to his prey-- who was... gone? Skittering out from his post he eyed around frantically before setting his eyes upon the back of that blond head entering what looked like to be The Three Broomsticks-- Slowly he followed.]

I knew you'd post! :D

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Seeing as Ludwig was a bit lost (he really hadn't been to Hogsmeade in a while; usually he skipped the outing to study), he had no idea his brother was stalking him.

After entering the pub, he headed toward the counter and ordered a tall glass of butterbeer (but only because he wasn't allowed to have alcohol here; he'd much rather have had a nice German beer). Once he had the glass in his hand, he turned around and eyed a free table in the corner. He moseyed on over to it and sat down, letting out a relieved sigh after doing so.

No, he still had no idea he was being stalked.

L-lol.

[inglorious]

[It took him a minute or two to decide to follow after Ludwig-- to enter a building meant a limited space to find places to hide behind to keep watching the unsuspecting victim. None the less this didn't make Gilbert stop- he waited for a few minutes-- poking his head past the ridge of a window to peer inside to try and see where Ludwig had situated himself.

Mumbling underneath his breath, he pried his form from the window, slipping over to the door and waiting for a group of older man to enter before he followed quickly behind them using them as a sort of cover to not be seen as he entered inside the pub. Quickly he slank to one side of the room behind a few stacked barrels and ... slowly starting to lean he'd peek past them to the seated supposed Brother of his.]

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Bringing the glass to his lips, he couldn't help but peer around to see if he could spot any familiar faces in the pub. After realizing there were no familiar faces there, he tilted the glass up and took a large gulp of the unfortunately non-alcoholic liquid.

Of course, the gulp was too big, for he let out an unusually loud belch after swallowing. Bringing his free hand to his mouth, he felt himself blush and hoped nobody would notice.