Post by pretty on Mar 20, 2008 21:55:22 GMT -7
Gabrielle sat down in the Leaky Cauldron, all twelve of her bags next to her. She'd done all of her shopping, much before the students came to buy their school supplies. The bartender walked over to her. "Wha' can I get for yeh, miz?" He asked, his English terribly improper. Sure, Gabrielle had a bit of a French accent, but her words were more proper. "Ze butterbeer, 'ow much iz it?" Gabrielle asked. "Three Knuts for uh small 'un, six Knuts for uh medum, two sickles fer uh a large." The bartender grunted. "A zmall pleaze." Gabrielle said politely. The bartender grunted and nodded, then walked off. He returned seconds later with a butterbeer, and set it down in front of Gabrielle. "Three Knuts, miz." he said. Gabrielle drew the coins from her pouch and handed them to the bartender, who walked off. Gabrielle sat up with perfect posture, taking delicate sips. Another person entered, Gabrielle craned her neck to see...