Post by Eden Fletcher on Aug 14, 2014 20:12:06 GMT -5
Nestled among an artist colony in Muggle London, several blocks away from the Leaky Cauldron, was a shabby little pub called the barking dog. Once pretty Victorian buildings, huddled together as if leaning on each other for support. Twilight lent a kind beauty to the old matrons, hiding the peeling paint and high lighting the delicate ironwork, the shape of the carefully carved bay windows. Gas light twinkled in old fashioned lamps, a nod to the history of the area. Several decades ago artists converged in the area, slowly turning it into their own eclectic place. Wizards, mostly scuibs, muggle borns and the rare halfbloods had moved into the area, mixing with muggles. Magic was of course, kept secret. But here was a special place where those of like minds converged.
The Barking Dog had been established by a muggle born a long time ago as an attempt to blend both worlds. It was housed in a corner Victorian townhouse. The first floor and the servants area below stairs had been turned into a cozy retreat. The front parlor was a haven for artists. The first floor library was a poetry reading room, where on most nights poets and authors of all kinds could be found conversing or reading. A stage had been built in the old music room. Bands of all sorts performed there. Below stairs, there was the billiards room in what had been an office/storage room for the Butler. Adequate food was served in nearly every area, including the formal dining area. A quiet place to drink was established in what use to be the staff dining room.
The place was usually quiet full. One could get lost in the crowd. It had been a while since Eden Fletcher had visited. Max didn't like crowds of people. Too many emotions. And this place was emotional. Even the walls had feelings. Pale fingers lightly traced the faded wall paper that had been fashionable in the late 1800. Eden kept contact with the wall as she wondered from room to room. Thoughts of Max danced in her mind. His image was never far from her inner gaze. She saw him nearly everywhere. Which was crazy since he was far away. Her best friend had left. Not that Eden begrudged him that. He needed to get away. She knew that. Respected it. But she still missed him. It was pathetic really. The first couple of days after he had left, she'd stayed in their apartment, moping. There really was no other word to describe her lethargy. It surprised her how much his prolong absence had affected her. She didn't know when Max was coming back. She feared he never would. He had been so despondent after the incident with Rowena. It shattered him when she left. He had just begun to find a purpose after his father had died. Now, he was gone searching for a purpose, loosing himself in healing the world. Leaving Eden behind. Oh, this wasn't the first time they had been separated but it felt different.
Finally, unable to take the empty apartment she had shared with Max a moment longer, Eden had left. She went to a place they didn't frequent together. A place of her own.
The Barking Dog had been established by a muggle born a long time ago as an attempt to blend both worlds. It was housed in a corner Victorian townhouse. The first floor and the servants area below stairs had been turned into a cozy retreat. The front parlor was a haven for artists. The first floor library was a poetry reading room, where on most nights poets and authors of all kinds could be found conversing or reading. A stage had been built in the old music room. Bands of all sorts performed there. Below stairs, there was the billiards room in what had been an office/storage room for the Butler. Adequate food was served in nearly every area, including the formal dining area. A quiet place to drink was established in what use to be the staff dining room.
The place was usually quiet full. One could get lost in the crowd. It had been a while since Eden Fletcher had visited. Max didn't like crowds of people. Too many emotions. And this place was emotional. Even the walls had feelings. Pale fingers lightly traced the faded wall paper that had been fashionable in the late 1800. Eden kept contact with the wall as she wondered from room to room. Thoughts of Max danced in her mind. His image was never far from her inner gaze. She saw him nearly everywhere. Which was crazy since he was far away. Her best friend had left. Not that Eden begrudged him that. He needed to get away. She knew that. Respected it. But she still missed him. It was pathetic really. The first couple of days after he had left, she'd stayed in their apartment, moping. There really was no other word to describe her lethargy. It surprised her how much his prolong absence had affected her. She didn't know when Max was coming back. She feared he never would. He had been so despondent after the incident with Rowena. It shattered him when she left. He had just begun to find a purpose after his father had died. Now, he was gone searching for a purpose, loosing himself in healing the world. Leaving Eden behind. Oh, this wasn't the first time they had been separated but it felt different.
Finally, unable to take the empty apartment she had shared with Max a moment longer, Eden had left. She went to a place they didn't frequent together. A place of her own.