some company (dominique) Dec 24, 2013 19:43:16 GMT
Post by jason william wilde on Dec 24, 2013 19:43:16 GMT
The Leaky Cauldron had always been one of Jason's favorite places, outside of Hogwarts and Hogsmeade of course. Hogsmeade was closer, but the problem with the pubs there was that he was almost always around students. He wasn't Jason Wilde at the Three Broomsticks. Instead he was Professor Wilde. It got to be annoying sometimes. He really did care about his students but he didn't necessarily want them to see him slouching at the bar holding a mix between firewhiskey and to be quite honest he didn't know what else. He didn't really get drunk, but while he was relaxed as a professor, he doubted it would be good for his job if he was frequently seen drinking. So he wasn't. This was one of the rare times that Jason just wanted to relax – drink whatever he wanted to drink and do whatever he wanted to do. He didn't think anyone could really fault him for that.
Besides, it wasn't as though he was doing anything illegal. He was just sitting at the bar and having a drink. Literally, because he hadn't made plans with anyone. In hindsight, that might have not been the greatest idea. Perhaps he should have invited a co-worker out to have a drink with him, but he didn't know if that would be crossing some sort of unspoken line. He was sure that some of them got together and hung out, but he wasn't exactly sure what the protocol was there. Did you wait to be invited or did you just invite yourself? And would having a drink off campus be taboo? Well if it was, Jason didn't particularly care.
His muggle clothing earned him a few looks, but most of them were curious, he assumed. The pub had a muggle entrance but Jason was fairly certain that there were rarely any muggles in here. The place was too dark and dusty to be a place anyone would want to go... unless you had already been in there of course. So while there were a few people wearing jeans, like himself, the majority of the people were still in their witch and wizard robes. Jason wrinkled his nose without actually knowing he had done so. He had always preferred things like the outfit he was wearing now, jeans and a fitted blue t-shirt with a black jacket, than the clothing most witches and wizards seemed to find appropriate. He just thought everyone looked like they were wearing dresses. Jason took another sip of his drink, realizing how awful it was but not caring enough to ask for something else.