#pub talk

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This is a short story about a teenage love story I overheard at a bar last year. It was being told by a man with clean-shaped stubble and short crew-cut. I envied his leather jacket, it was one of those expensive resells. It was not a reprint which is why i feel like my envy was justified.

He was speaking about how he liked to write anonymous love letters to people in his class. He wrote them to the boys and girls, gay and straight and he explained his reasoning at the end of the story (worth the read) but interestingly enough, he did it for them.

He was mentioned that he grew up in a neglected town with a small school. Nearly every kid who had both parents, their parents would be both working. And every kid with a single parent was either unemployed, working two jobs or in and out of jail or detox.

This background was important I feel. He mentioned how he was maturing rather fast, he said this was because he had enjoyed writing music and reading poetry in the library at school. However, I felt like he left a few important details out because teenagers don’t really mature until beyond adulthood and by then they are adults, right?

He started writing these love letters at the beginning of year 5 and all of these letters followed a simply format, sort of like this:

“Dear Abbey, I wanted to say thank you for your friendship. I know times are tough for you right now but I truly believe that you have a life full of light ahead of you. If I showed you a picture of your future, you’d have no issues working to get there; but I can’t. I want you to be strong. Your friends love you. Your Teachers love you. And I love you. You install happiness and laughter in everyone you talk to. Your Pet Rock”

Eventually, this letters started getting more sophisticated and personal. People started taking credit for the letters but everyone knew that the person wouldn’t come forward easily because these letters were sincere and personal.

He mentioned that everyone knew him as the artsy quiet type and by the end of Year 6 on the evening of the graduation he was invited to read out one of his Poems.

“To each and everyone one of you, I here leave you with one last letter. I was friend’s with every single one of you from afar. I wrote to you the truth and now we are here listening keenly to each other. That’s all i wanted. For everyone to listen. When we spend less time talking we spend more time watching, listening and begin to appreciate what we have. I appreciate all of you, thus finishing the reading of this last letter”.

Location: Leaky Cauldron Date: October 9th 1979 Availability: Closed for @burningstarsirius

Peter had all but sprinted from work, he was running late but more importantly he’d discovered between work and home was a dangerous place to be... Rodolphus had cornered him there before, Frank had met him and they’d gotten attacked. Honestly he was just waiting for a damn dragon to appear in the night sky and scoop him up in its jaws. So this time he’d bottled it and run from the ministry building a safe distance away and apparated to Diagon Alley. He didn’t bother trying to make himself more presentable and pushed the door open to the warm light of the pub, looking around with a somewhat frantic gaze till he spotted Sirius on a table by the bar.

Letting out a sigh he walked quickly through the crowded pub and waved a little awkwardly at Sirius as he sat down, still breathing a little heavily. “S-sorry.” he mumbled, looking down at the table, “I was b-busy with work. First statistics of the uhr.. the year.” he explained. Trying to settle in his seat he put his hands on the table and already they started wringing together out of habit before he sniffed and briefly looked up at Sirius, “W-want umm... Want me to get us a drink?” 

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How is it more than 20 years since we were first students together?

Swapping stories of those days. The Ian’s toaster disaster. Pyro johns hand gliding aspirations, Phil’s attempts at wiring, and Lenny and cream eggs.

Small golden fingers DRUMMED against the bar. While she rather ENJOYED the odd jobs she worked sometimes as COVERS tonight was BORING & she had nothing to OCCUPY herself with. The target had gone home & her shift seemed to be DRAGGING. Just when she was convinced she’d DIE of boredom she saw someone INTERESTING approach & her mood changed like someone had flipped an “On” SWITCH somewhere.

“HI. You’re CUTE. Lookin’ to get drunk or LAID? Give me another hour & we can do BOTH.”