 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
As he waited, the only thing he engaged in was the firewhisky in his hand. Even so, his ears were open to any conversation that may have occurred nearby as well as any movement, and he was keeping an eye on his surroundings with his peripheral vision. It was not uncommon for Dante to exuding such behaviour; he learned throughout the years that one could gain a lot from just listening and watching.
Half of his drink was gone by the time she stepped into the pub. A smile grew on his lips as he listened to her footsteps and watched as she took the seat across from him and wasted no time bringing the glass to her mouth. Some things just never changed, even in an ever-changing world.
"Not in the slightest. I expected that, if you did show up, you would be fashionably late. After all, you do move to the beat of your own drum, Mila," he responded back to her. Though his words rang true, he was taking the opportunity to tease her just a little. "I take it you've graced Britain with your presence because of the whispers going around?" She certainly wasn't here for the weather.
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