Post by Reign Stafford on Jul 10, 2009 18:10:20 GMT -5
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Curse him. Bailey thought furiously, storming down the Hogsmeade road. It was rare that the word furious could describe the petite red head, but there was no other word for her. The rain suited her mood, and she decided it would be in her best interest to get a drink and calm down before she lost her head completely. The brisk walk on the edge of the Forbidden Forest hadn't been enough for her. She needed more, a drink, or two. Something that would pry the face that haunted her dreams from her mind. It didn't help that she saw him every day, but for some reason it just... rubbed her the wrong way. She couldn't deal with it.
Her red hair was shielded from the rain by a simple hex, as well as the rest of her clothing, but Bailey secretly wondered if it would be more relaxing to let the rain engulf her like a shell in the ocean. But there was no use in her catching a cold when she was already in a complicated mood. Her heart was racing as she walked, and when it threatened to sputter out completely she stopped, leaned against a wall of one of the stores, and pressed her head against the glass. Her eyes were open as she tilted her head to the sky, watching the rain fall around her. She inhaled deeply, closed her eyes, and exhaled. Slowly her heart regained it's normal pattern, and Bailey continued on her way a bit more relaxed then she had been.
The Three Broomsticks was her chosen stop; it was casual, comfortable, relaxing, all together endearing to a professor who sought refugee from her insane pupils and her coworkers. Well, all except one, but Bailey smiled when she recognized the back of Doug Winston's head across the way. She moved over to him, all of her stressors immediately thrown aside as she dully noted the three bottles before him. She came up behind him, her hand sliding along his back before she settled in the chair next to him comfortably. She crossed her legs and picked up an empty bottle.
"Are you all right?" She asked, examining the contents of the bottle and the droplets still left inside. She smelled the rim, made a face, and ordered her usual drink before turning her attention back to Doug. Bailey examined him, the look on his face, and his body posture before deciding whatever he said, he was most certainly not okay. Her eyes narrowed in confusion.
With Doug it was very rarely a student. Sure, he had trouble makers, but she knew he could handle the lot of them rather well. He was more firm then she, and even if she had fought a battle for him when they were in school, he tended to be more fierce and less inclined to put up with things then she was. No, she automatically ruled out a student. She had little to no idea what his social life was like, aside from herself, so Bailey chose to put that at the top of her potential problems list.
"What is it?" She asked in a light, breezy tone, her own problems washed away as she noted the distressed state of her friend and essentially brother. Bailey leaned towards him, her head propped on her elbow, ready to listen to whatever was troubling him. Her drink was given to her, and she sipped it as she eyed the man beside her.
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