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Welcome to the Hog’s Head, a dark and somewhat dingy place, but at least the food is good. The pub is owned and run by Samuel Huxley. If you want to order a drink or some food, you must do so at the front counter. If you’re of age or older, you may sit up at the bar, but anyone under 17 must find a seat at one of the old wooden tables around the restaurant.
All Hogwarts and SS rules apply at all times. Please do not roleplay for the Shopkeeper (Samuel Huxley).
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The twenty-four year old looked at the menu more but set it down and took a sip of water. She looked over at Lux as she spoke. Willa shook her head. "I haven't been able to feel the baby move yet." She shrugged. Willa was really looking forward to feeling the baby move but she wanted Jaxson to be there when it happened. "I think I have a few more weeks until I start feeling the baby move. I was going to ask the healer about that." She had to put that in the back of her mind for now. She thought about it the other night and started to worry. She didn't want anything to be wrong with the baby if he or she was suppose to be moving right now.
Willa hadn't felt the baby move, but Lux had a feeling that might happen soon. "I hope the baby moves soon. I've never felt a baby move before." But then she hadn't exactly gone around and felt pregnant women's stomachs. That would be weird. o_O
Looking at the menu again, Lux was sure that she would go with the turkey sandwich and butterbeer, but she wasn't sure if her sister wanted anything or not. Pregnant women were supposed to have big appetites from what she heard. If nothing else, she would share her food. "Are you going to have something to eat?" Because she was hungry!!
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SPOILER!!: Cosgrach <3
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Cosgrach hugged her back with delight and sat down across her. He was glad they were meeting here. Fewer people, fewer disturbances.
Fantastic, huh? WHAT had happened in her life? He eyed her for a moment, but she distracted him with the drink. "That, I can't say no to," he said with a grin, "elderflower wine is good." He hadn't had that in a long while.
His face relaxed and smiiiiiiiiled at the mention of Helena. His babygirl. His eyes sparkled, and one could tell he was excited about it.
"Being back feels nice," he said, "free learning environment and such. My students are great. I think like the 90% of them love potions and they're very smart too! A great batch of potioneers coming." Wasn't that exciting?
"And they are great! Vic's back to work now, and Helena's as healthy as a baby can be." Which was VERY relieving, because she was sort of an early birth. Not majorly, but... anything that didn't go right worried him, but he had nothing to worry about now.
"I should bring her to our next meeting," he said casually, because he bet ANYONE would love to meet his baby.
"What's new with you?" What was the 'fantastic' for?
Hazel held on for a few seconds extra before grinning and moving to the bar to get more drinks. Getting the two drinks that she needed she moved back to the table with them and sat down happily. ”Cheers.”
As she took a sip of her own drink she grinned. ”You always did love helping out aspiring potioneers.” Throwback a decade and that had been her after all. ”You have such a love for it, I doubt any of your students wouldn’t be addicted instantly.” She smiled at the man, wondering how her love of potions would have changed if HE had specifically been her Professor at Hogwarts as well as a mentor-figure while she was at University. ”You always say that your students are smart,” she told him with a charmingly cheeky GRRRRRRIN.
”How is Victoria doing?” Hazel asked as she smiled, her fingers playing with the glass that she was now holding in her hands. And baby Helena! She couldn’t help the smile that spread over her own face at the mention of meeting her.
”Well, if you can… I would love to meet her - and I promise we can meet outside of a pub.” She gave her fellow Scot a playful wink. Maybe a café or a play barn? Did they have ones in Hogsmede like they did where she had grown up? Hmmm. Worth looking into… Though, her cousin did have the playbarn off Diagon Alley… though that was possibly too far out of the way for Cosgrach?
”A lot has happened lately, I guess--” Well, since the last time they had met up to catch up anyway. ”I finished my Masters Dissertation and it was accepted. I just graduated with the highest grade, I’ve ever really had in my academic career and I was selected for the Faculty award for the year.” She grinned wide, really that was only part of her news BUT it was the most related to the man in front of her.
She would get to the rest of her news in a minute - she wanted to bask in the pride she hoped she was away to be shown by Cosgrach.
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SPOILER!!: Huxley & Gary!
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Samuel gave the ID a disinterested glance before returning it. It was fine. And the Shopkeeper had more interesting things on his mind than listening to more of their little sappy conversation. Budding friendships and marriages were overrated as a 'tch' noise left his mouth as he reached below the counter again.
Taking another dusty glass out to pour the mulled mead, it dissolved the cobweb that was once at the bottom of it. Now slapping another cracked plate down with the lamb chops. "Four galleons total." That's right, the food was that much better to be worth the price.
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He tried not to be offended when Mordred decided to pay his order. No offense, dude. He's working at the biggest photo-traveler magazine in the world which he enjoys very much and not to mention that the payment is awesome (based on muggle standard and wizarding too) "Thanks, mate." The blonde guy smiled at him.
His wife was attending... Oh, so she's a Hogwarts alumna too? "Mind if I ask who is your wife? Was she a Slytherin too?" He asked. Maybe he knew her though it seemed impossible. Gary didn't know much people outside the Slytherin people and some other alumna from other houses like the prefects and captains since he was a Head Boy. The reunion was great. I just met some like... Lafay, Sierra Greingoth, Montmorency, Gunters..." Yeah, Gunters means Oakey and his wife, Ariana. "Odessas, Daichi, just that..." He did hope seeing some certain persons there but clearly, none of them came.
And for the record, Gerald Alexander Rush would never give up photography and travelling for anything except if he's settled down but it wouldn't happen anytime soon. "Nope. I've been working with a muggle photo-traveler magazine since four years ago." Which is great. Come on, getting paid by travelling and taking photos around... it's his dream job. "And congratulations..." He raised his glass. He's not that surprised about finding his old acquaintances of friends getting married while himself... He hadn't thought to settle down, at least for now.
Mordred was never the kind of person who waited for recognition. The disinterested look did not faze him at all. It was shown to prove he’s of age, and that he could drink to his heart’s content. Speaking of drink though, he did NOT miss the dusty glass, and dissolved cobweb now mixed in his drink. The former Slytherin scoffed at what he saw, and procured the right amount of money out of his pocket. Surely, it shouldn’t cost THAT much, given the presentation and dirty and utensils, but since money doesn’t bother him, he did not protest. He could buy the whole pub if he wanted to.
For the record, however, Mordred wanted the shopkeeper to drink the mulled mead for him to make sure that it’s drinkable. He did not push the idea though, given that the shopkeeper WILL drink it, have HIS germs in his drink, and will never replace it even if he waved an extra gallon across the man’s face. Cleaning it with his own magic would be cheaper, therefore, he’d win with the silent sass war going on. Mordred didn’t even bother counting the galleons in his hands, and just placed it on the bar’s surface. “By the way, sir, you missed a spot.” He said pointing at the glasses behind the shopkeeper. Seriously though, was the pub closed for a long time and just opened again? Mordred turned to his drink, and casted a distilling charm on it using his wand that was strategically and discreetly positioned under his sleeve.
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Now back to Gary.
“Don’t mention it, old friend. I don’t get to treat a fellow Slytherin all the time.” Gary shouldn’t be offended at all, instead, he should be honoured. Mordred is still aggressively choosy with his acquaintances and friends. He’d rather be alone in a pub and look lonesome, than be with somebody who he thinks doesn’t deserve his attention and time. The next question however brought a genuine grin on his face. “No, she’s a former Badger. Her name’s Sophie.” he said as he turned his plate around and smelled his food. It did smell nice, and hopefully it will taste nice as well.
Mordred nodded along as the names of former Hogwartians were mentioned. All of them, he knew. “How’s Lafay? She’d been a wonderful professor back in the day,” and he learned TONS from his former Head of House. “Sierra I suppose pursued a career in Potions? Montmorency though, I knew he went back to live in the Muggle world.” Mordred knew that Dylan went on to enlist as a soldier back in the US, but, based on the few sources that he’s got, he’s currently dating Selina Skylar. “Oakey, yes. He’s got two kids now I believe.” Odessa though, he knew West, because he’s a Slytherin, but it was quite surprising that Gary didn’t mention the other Terror Twin. “Kingsley didn’t attend? I mean, Theo? Theo Kingsley?” He missed that kid, and Mordred was sure that Theo’s successful now with his chosen career.
Photography related career though? Mordred’s knowledge about the muggle world is very limited, so he wasn’t sure how to react to that one. “Must be exciting then, since you get to travel the world...” he started as he picked up his fork and knife and discreetly cleaned them too with his hidden wand. “I get to travel a lot too, and I’m quite surprised I haven’t bumped into you sooner.” Even if he worked for dragon reserves around the world, he gets to experience the muggle city too. Mordred got lost for a moment when Gary said his congratulations, but then grinned at the former Head Boy as he raised his glass as well. “Thank you, and cheers.” He said as he took a gulp of his cleaned drink. Mordred then gestured towards Gary’s plate, signalling him to get on with his meal. The former Snake then turned to his plate and started to cut up his lamb chops carefully. “I suppose you were that busy to miss my wedding, eh?” If Mordred’s memory was correct, he knew he’d asked Sophie to send an invitation his way too...
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It wasn't until Botros spoke, that Sabel realized what sort of implication his words might carry, in light of the difference of their age. He felt his cheeks color slightly in embarrassment, something he tried to ward off with a chuckle and a smile. No harm done, the Professor had rolled with it gracefully. "A bit nippy, but well."
Even better with the offer to join the man.
"It'd be my pleasure. I'll be right back." Sabel gave the old man a smile before moving off to the counter, ordering the drink and food. It was several minutes of waiting and running through questions he wanted to ask before the order was ready and he was permitted to return to the table.
"One dark tea and a bagel." He said as he slid the plate and mug over to Botros, placing a mug of coffee for himself opposite, before working his coat open and taking a seat across from the Professor. Intertwining his fingers around the polished pottery, Sabel did a quick sweep of the surrounding patrons and empty tables and chairs before he was able to relax enough to return his attention to the man across from him.
"I'm sorry to hear your friend couldn't make it. But thank you for inviting me to join you."
Aw. It wasn't in Botros' intention to make the young man embarrassed, but the coloring of his cheeks said that he was. However, he recovered quickly with the older man's invitation. Abraham always regretted not spending enough time with his younger colleagues, he spent enough with them to run the school together but outside the premises he rarely met with any. It was mainly the age difference that set him on a different side than them, which was normal, but it was regrettable nonetheless.
"Thank you." Botros said when Dakest came back with his order, and Ab wasted no time in tasting the hot, bitter sweet taste of his tea. "Sure. We haven't been able to chat outside of staff meetings." The old man's face remained peacefully smiling. He noticed how the Auror (still?) surveyed the area before his shoulders slouched slightly in relaxation, he supposed. "Things must be less intense here than at the ministry." He commented lightly, taking a bite of his pastry.
As for Sherman. "Yeah. He's the minister of magic now, so I'm sure whatever excuse he has is legitimate." Botros was fully supporting his friend's deep involvement in the ministry, chopping off their quality time was definitely worth it.
Hazel held on for a few seconds extra before grinning and moving to the bar to get more drinks. Getting the two drinks that she needed she moved back to the table with them and sat down happily. ”Cheers.”
As she took a sip of her own drink she grinned. ”You always did love helping out aspiring potioneers.” Throwback a decade and that had been her after all. ”You have such a love for it, I doubt any of your students wouldn’t be addicted instantly.” She smiled at the man, wondering how her love of potions would have changed if HE had specifically been her Professor at Hogwarts as well as a mentor-figure while she was at University. ”You always say that your students are smart,” she told him with a charmingly cheeky GRRRRRRIN.
”How is Victoria doing?” Hazel asked as she smiled, her fingers playing with the glass that she was now holding in her hands. And baby Helena! She couldn’t help the smile that spread over her own face at the mention of meeting her.
”Well, if you can… I would love to meet her - and I promise we can meet outside of a pub.” She gave her fellow Scot a playful wink. Maybe a café or a play barn? Did they have ones in Hogsmede like they did where she had grown up? Hmmm. Worth looking into… Though, her cousin did have the playbarn off Diagon Alley… though that was possibly too far out of the way for Cosgrach?
”A lot has happened lately, I guess--” Well, since the last time they had met up to catch up anyway. ”I finished my Masters Dissertation and it was accepted. I just graduated with the highest grade, I’ve ever really had in my academic career and I was selected for the Faculty award for the year.” She grinned wide, really that was only part of her news BUT it was the most related to the man in front of her.
She would get to the rest of her news in a minute - she wanted to bask in the pride she hoped she was away to be shown by Cosgrach.
"Cheers indeed," Cosgrach said as he raised his glass to hers and took a sip, "and thanks." Now that his throat had someting liquid, they could discuss things. He smiled. Yes, he did... like how he answered her first letter, huh? "Well, they are" he said with a grin of his own. He was lucky in that. Hehehe. "Some of them don't like it, and I get it's not for everyone." If they made mistakes every lesson, they might as well not show up at all. But the majority was very clever, so he'd take that.
"Vic is fine," he said, "trying to balance work and home now." Like him. She'd raised 3 kids before, though, so she knew it better than him.
He laughed at what she said next. And look at her! She was smiling at the thought of meeting Helena! He felt... different, but very, very good. Who could have thought a tiny creature could make him feel like this?
"I certainly can," he said. They just had to decide on a place, and he had to trust himself that he had grown up enough to handle a baby outside and alone.
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He GASPED and GAPED at her with BIG eyes.
"Congratulations! Oh, Hazel, this is great!" He was grinning from ear to ear, his eyes were sparkling and he was VERY proud. "Cheers to that!"
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Now back to Gary.
“Don’t mention it, old friend. I don’t get to treat a fellow Slytherin all the time.” Gary shouldn’t be offended at all, instead, he should be honoured. Mordred is still aggressively choosy with his acquaintances and friends. He’d rather be alone in a pub and look lonesome, than be with somebody who he thinks doesn’t deserve his attention and time. The next question however brought a genuine grin on his face. “No, she’s a former Badger. Her name’s Sophie.” he said as he turned his plate around and smelled his food. It did smell nice, and hopefully it will taste nice as well.
Mordred nodded along as the names of former Hogwartians were mentioned. All of them, he knew. “How’s Lafay? She’d been a wonderful professor back in the day,” and he learned TONS from his former Head of House. “Sierra I suppose pursued a career in Potions? Montmorency though, I knew he went back to live in the Muggle world.” Mordred knew that Dylan went on to enlist as a soldier back in the US, but, based on the few sources that he’s got, he’s currently dating Selina Skylar. “Oakey, yes. He’s got two kids now I believe.” Odessa though, he knew West, because he’s a Slytherin, but it was quite surprising that Gary didn’t mention the other Terror Twin. “Kingsley didn’t attend? I mean, Theo? Theo Kingsley?” He missed that kid, and Mordred was sure that Theo’s successful now with his chosen career.
Photography related career though? Mordred’s knowledge about the muggle world is very limited, so he wasn’t sure how to react to that one. “Must be exciting then, since you get to travel the world...” he started as he picked up his fork and knife and discreetly cleaned them too with his hidden wand. “I get to travel a lot too, and I’m quite surprised I haven’t bumped into you sooner.” Even if he worked for dragon reserves around the world, he gets to experience the muggle city too. Mordred got lost for a moment when Gary said his congratulations, but then grinned at the former Head Boy as he raised his glass as well. “Thank you, and cheers.” He said as he took a gulp of his cleaned drink. Mordred then gestured towards Gary’s plate, signalling him to get on with his meal. The former Snake then turned to his plate and started to cut up his lamb chops carefully. “I suppose you were that busy to miss my wedding, eh?” If Mordred’s memory was correct, he knew he’d asked Sophie to send an invitation his way too...
Old friend. Yeah, since he graduated from Hogwarts he seemed... disconnected from Wizarding world since his job didn't require any magic at all. First, he was a barista at a famous muggle coffee shop--The one with green mermaid logo. Hehehe. But he just worked there for fifteen months until he got an offer to do an internship at National Geographic and then… he was promoted to be fulltime photojournalist after eighteen months interning. Sometimes he forgot that he was a wizard, that’s why when he was on break he loved to visit Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade… even he attended reunion though he’s not very sociable person (but he was quite more sociable rather than when he was in school). He just nodded when Mordred mentioned that his wife is a badger. To be honest, he just know like… three people from Hufflepuff; Alex Greingoth, Renesmee the annoying captain and Gunter.
“Lafay’s great, and she’s not the potion mistress anymore. My siblings told me.” Gary rarely mentioned Bianca and Bryan as his cousins because they were very close like they were born from the same parents. “The healer steps up as the Head of House, but it seems like, Slytherin lost their glory lately.” He didn’t want to brag but the last time they got the house cup was when he’s being the Head Boy (though their points were same as Hufflepuff). “Sierra is a Quidditch player for Harpies and I believe Montmorency and Odessa too… I don’t remember their team.” He didn’t really like the former Slytherin captain, to be honest. “And Gunter… I just knew at the reunion that he’s married.” He still called Ariana as a Logan at the time until she corrected him. Kingsley? Oh. "He was there too, though I didn’t really meet him."
Must be exciting then, since you get to travel the world...
“It is.” The former head boy nodded. Then he took a bite off his sandwich. This thing wasn’t that bad, back when he was still in Hogwarts, he rarely being here. Tiffany always took him to Three Broomsticks or Puddifoot’s but now, he picked this place because not many students came here. “We’d never bumped to each other because… I often visited the top spots for travelling like… the resort, famous landmarks, culinary places…” Yeah, it was his job. Visiting those places, taking the photos and writing the article about them. “Also, lately I’ve been visiting tropical places more.” Was there any dragons in Amazon land or Borneo? He didn’t know. Seemed like the wizard populations there was so… little.
To be honest, Gary didn’t get the invitation. Maybe it was slipped somewhere because he didn’t remember that there was an owl came to him. “I think so. What a shame, it’s quiet hard to take a break especially when the deadline comes.” But right now, he was free until next week he’d fly to Australia.
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Aw. It wasn't in Botros' intention to make the young man embarrassed, but the coloring of his cheeks said that he was. However, he recovered quickly with the older man's invitation. Abraham always regretted not spending enough time with his younger colleagues, he spent enough with them to run the school together but outside the premises he rarely met with any. It was mainly the age difference that set him on a different side than them, which was normal, but it was regrettable nonetheless.
"Thank you." Botros said when Dakest came back with his order, and Ab wasted no time in tasting the hot, bitter sweet taste of his tea. "Sure. We haven't been able to chat outside of staff meetings." The old man's face remained peacefully smiling. He noticed how the Auror (still?) surveyed the area before his shoulders slouched slightly in relaxation, he supposed. "Things must be less intense here than at the ministry." He commented lightly, taking a bite of his pastry.
As for Sherman. "Yeah. He's the minister of magic now, so I'm sure whatever excuse he has is legitimate." Botros was fully supporting his friend's deep involvement in the ministry, chopping off their quality time was definitely worth it.
It was, regrettably true. And not just for Professor Botros. There really hadn't been much time, or opportunity, outside of their staff meetings to get to know some of the other Professors. Perhaps something that he needed to try and rectify. Didn't do well to be on staff without really knowing his colleagues. Hogwarts or anywhere else.
Wrapping his hands around his mug, Sabel nodded slightly. "A different type of intense, I think." Kids versus dark wizards. He was having some difficulty deciding which was easier to deal with. So far, the kids were winning out, but he was still fairly new to the position.
He was about to inquire what it was that brought the older Professor to Hogwarts, what type of history coated his years, when he gave explanation to his friend's absence. Sabel nearly choked, and barely managed to get the words out and around his surprise. "Friends in high places."
It was a brief, but heartfelt wonder if he should have even joined the man's company. Politics were not his thing. Politicians were less. He hoped politics were not a tea-type discussion for Botros.
"He seems...to be doing a decent job thus far." Had to say something commendable, right? Not that it was much. That was about his extent of politics. Though it did beg the question, as to why Botros was here and not there. Didn't friends of politicians usually end up as politicians themselves?
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It was, regrettably true. And not just for Professor Botros. There really hadn't been much time, or opportunity, outside of their staff meetings to get to know some of the other Professors. Perhaps something that he needed to try and rectify. Didn't do well to be on staff without really knowing his colleagues. Hogwarts or anywhere else.
Wrapping his hands around his mug, Sabel nodded slightly. "A different type of intense, I think." Kids versus dark wizards. He was having some difficulty deciding which was easier to deal with. So far, the kids were winning out, but he was still fairly new to the position.
He was about to inquire what it was that brought the older Professor to Hogwarts, what type of history coated his years, when he gave explanation to his friend's absence. Sabel nearly choked, and barely managed to get the words out and around his surprise. "Friends in high places."
It was a brief, but heartfelt wonder if he should have even joined the man's company. Politics were not his thing. Politicians were less. He hoped politics were not a tea-type discussion for Botros.
"He seems...to be doing a decent job thus far." Had to say something commendable, right? Not that it was much. That was about his extent of politics. Though it did beg the question, as to why Botros was here and not there. Didn't friends of politicians usually end up as politicians themselves?
A different type of intense? Hmm, Botros believed he understood what the young man meant. "Vigilance doesn't necessarily protect you with kids, huh? They're too unpredictable." He chuckled and sipped from his tea. "I've worked with children during my younger years as a teacher but soon moved to become a professor at the WU in Cairo, spent a lot more time dealing with much older scholars." He looked at his dark tea with nostalgia drawn on his old face. "Then had some personal issues and took a break for a couple of years before I came here. It was refreshing and most exciting to teach young children again." He looked quite genuine when he said that, too. He adored his students, considered himself a grandfather to all.
The old man laughed at Dakest's reaction. "Oh have you met Sherman? He's the most kind and uncomplicated friend anyone could ever have." It wouldn't even be right to label him as the friend in the 'high place', though the old man and his wheelchair had gone a long way, now ruling over the entire ministry. However, Botros and Sherman's friendship was much simpler than it would look to strangers.
A decent job? Botros didn't know whether to believe Dakest or not. Was he being polite to Ab's face because of said friendship with Sherman? Huh. "So I've heard..." He started, wanting to expand on the subject and perhaps deliver some feedback to his buddy when his eye caught the sight of a couple of students' backs in the Back Alley across the street. He stopped mid sentence and squinted through the window glass. They didn't seem to be moving, they simply stoodthere which was... worrying. "Some children are in the Back Alley. I think we should check on them..." He didn't like them hanging out back, could be doing something inadvisable.
A different type of intense? Hmm, Botros believed he understood what the young man meant. "Vigilance doesn't necessarily protect you with kids, huh? They're too unpredictable." He chuckled and sipped from his tea. "I've worked with children during my younger years as a teacher but soon moved to become a professor at the WU in Cairo, spent a lot more time dealing with much older scholars." He looked at his dark tea with nostalgia drawn on his old face. "Then had some personal issues and took a break for a couple of years before I came here. It was refreshing and most exciting to teach young children again." He looked quite genuine when he said that, too. He adored his students, considered himself a grandfather to all.
The old man laughed at Dakest's reaction. "Oh have you met Sherman? He's the most kind and uncomplicated friend anyone could ever have." It wouldn't even be right to label him as the friend in the 'high place', though the old man and his wheelchair had gone a long way, now ruling over the entire ministry. However, Botros and Sherman's friendship was much simpler than it would look to strangers.
A decent job? Botros didn't know whether to believe Dakest or not. Was he being polite to Ab's face because of said friendship with Sherman? Huh. "So I've heard..." He started, wanting to expand on the subject and perhaps deliver some feedback to his buddy when his eye caught the sight of a couple of students' backs in the Back Alley across the street. He stopped mid sentence and squinted through the window glass. They didn't seem to be moving, they simply stoodthere which was... worrying. "Some children are in the Back Alley. I think we should check on them..." He didn't like them hanging out back, could be doing something inadvisable.
"No, it certainly doesn't." A chuckle left Sabel, one that turned slightly awkward as it trailed off. Was this man a mind-reader? An unasked question answered, after an implication was taken straight forward. He shrugged off the thought for paying attention to what was being said, discarding the illusion as paranoia born from fatigue. Coffee was a good fix for such things, and so he took a sip.
But a lifetime Professor? Sabel curiously wondered what other subjects the man taught, and how broad his knowledge must be. Questions bubbled forth into the brief recount of history, trapped behind the etiquette of listening and not interrupting. And even then, when Botros had finished, they were kept quiet behind an understanding smile. Refreshing, was one way to put it. Certainly required a different wiring of the mind.
As did politics. Sabel wanted to respond that a politician, by definition, could never be uncomplicated but that too was swallowed. It would do no good offhandedly insulting the man's friend, especially when he had technically never met the guy. So, he played the safe card, albiet the truthful one. "Can't say I've had the opportunity. Just...degrees of association if you will."
Now that he thought of it, the upper levels of the ministry had been strangely quiet during his last few months as an Auror. Ever since the election. Perhaps the fellow was uncomplicated, as Botros said. He seemed like an honest man, which meant he cared for honest friends. And it seemed that honesty was about to become a point of inquiry, before something distracted him.
Sabel blinked, turning to follow the man's gaze, taking a moment and the Professor's words to direct his attention properly. His brow furrowed in wary curiosity, collecting his gloves even as the Professor spoke. "Probably a very wise idea."
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Willa hadn't felt the baby move, but Lux had a feeling that might happen soon. "I hope the baby moves soon. I've never felt a baby move before." But then she hadn't exactly gone around and felt pregnant women's stomachs. That would be weird. o_O
Looking at the menu again, Lux was sure that she would go with the turkey sandwich and butterbeer, but she wasn't sure if her sister wanted anything or not. Pregnant women were supposed to have big appetites from what she heard. If nothing else, she would share her food. "Are you going to have something to eat?" Because she was hungry!!
Willa looked at her. "I'm only sixteen weeks along, it'll be a few more weeks until I can feel the baby moving." The baby could be moving around right now but she wasn't able to feel it yet, the baby was still too small. "You won't be touch my stomach any time soon." Or at all. She had her own personally bubble that she didn't want anyone to pop. Unless it was Jaxson because that was perfectly okay.
Willa kept looking at the menu. She had just eaten before she got here but she wasn't sure if she wanted anything to eat. The blonde picked up the menu and started looking at it again. Honestly she just wanted candy and lots of it. "I just ate before I got here." Willa said setting the menu down.
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He and Sabel had decided between communications that they should met to catch up during the one of the school's open weekends in Hogsmeade. There had been some debate on the location, but the two ex-aurors soon realized that any place they opted on would likely carry some curiosity from any onlookers that might catch their presence. So the plan ended at the Hogs Head, a local that at least wasn't going to be totally swarmed with the latter's students all too much. Maybe then it wouldn't be too awkward if they got anyones attention.
Simon had slipped into the pub and looked around for the familiar form of his friend. However it appeared as if he had arrived their first. He changed his attention to finding a seat for them both, opting for a table off to one side. Its chairs placed in a way neither of them would have their backs completely to others. Old habits did die hard. He took his own seat, casually awaiting his companion to join him.
He and Sabel had decided between communications that they should met to catch up during the one of the school's open weekends in Hogsmeade. There had been some debate on the location, but the two ex-aurors soon realized that any place they opted on would likely carry some curiosity from any onlookers that might catch their presence. So the plan ended at the Hogs Head, a local that at least wasn't going to be totally swarmed with the latter's students all too much. Maybe then it wouldn't be too awkward if they got anyones attention.
Simon had slipped into the pub and looked around for the familiar form of his friend. However it appeared as if he had arrived their first. He changed his attention to finding a seat for them both, opting for a table off to one side. Its chairs placed in a way neither of them would have their backs completely to others. Old habits did die hard. He took his own seat, casually awaiting his companion to join him.
Late seemed to be a new thing for him. He had his reasons of course, and cold weather wasn't one of them. Still, it didn't help his tardiness, which shouldn't have been in place to begin with. Seeing old friends. What could have been better?
Sabel elected not to provide any private answers to such a question as he pushed open the door to the Hogs Head and moved inside. It took him only a moment to spot Simon, and another moment to convince himself that he didn't need to be paranoid about this. Simon would be....Simon.
Moving over to the table, Sabel clapped his friend on the shoulder as he took up his own seat. "You look like you've grown a few grey hairs."
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Late seemed to be a new thing for him. He had his reasons of course, and cold weather wasn't one of them. Still, it didn't help his tardiness, which shouldn't have been in place to begin with. Seeing old friends. What could have been better?
Sabel elected not to provide any private answers to such a question as he pushed open the door to the Hogs Head and moved inside. It took him only a moment to spot Simon, and another moment to convince himself that he didn't need to be paranoid about this. Simon would be....Simon.
Moving over to the table, Sabel clapped his friend on the shoulder as he took up his own seat. "You look like you've grown a few grey hairs."
Simon noticed his friend as the defense professor slowly made his way towards his perch, however he wasn't quick to acknowledge that fact. He was here to see a friend and technically off the clock so it would do no good to look or be too suspicious in his current environment. The former auror did look up as he was clamped on his shoulder, trying to hide a grimace at the other man's words.
"And here I was hoping it was just snow..." he mused as Sabel took the other seat at the table. Not proof that he was getting older nor being bothered by the other members of the department both young and old.
"Your students don't seem to have harmed you too much," he added returning the favor and observing his friend.
Simon noticed his friend as the defense professor slowly made his way towards his perch, however he wasn't quick to acknowledge that fact. He was here to see a friend and technically off the clock so it would do no good to look or be too suspicious in his current environment. The former auror did look up as he was clamped on his shoulder, trying to hide a grimace at the other man's words.
"And here I was hoping it was just snow..." he mused as Sabel took the other seat at the table. Not proof that he was getting older nor being bothered by the other members of the department both young and old.
"Your students don't seem to have harmed you too much," he added returning the favor and observing his friend.
"Snow has this funny habit of melting." Just in case Security deuty had knocked common thermodynamics right out of Bennett's head.
Sabel shedded his coat, placing it on the bench beside him with a good natured chuckle. "Not all scars are visible." Something from a philospher? He wasn't sure. Sounded good. Perhaps he could use it as a lesson prompt one day.
Pulling out a menu from the side of the table, Sabel absently flipped through it, glancing up at his age-old friend. "Seriously though, how are you?" The question had a deeper undertone to it. One that spoke all the volumes that unnecessary words could do little justice to. The engagement. The job. The article. There were so many things going on, so many stressers both good and bad.
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SPOILER!!: Sabel
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"Snow has this funny habit of melting." Just in case Security deuty had knocked common thermodynamics right out of Bennett's head.
Sabel shedded his coat, placing it on the bench beside him with a good natured chuckle. "Not all scars are visible." Something from a philospher? He wasn't sure. Sounded good. Perhaps he could use it as a lesson prompt one day.
Pulling out a menu from the side of the table, Sabel absently flipped through it, glancing up at his age-old friend. "Seriously though, how are you?" The question had a deeper undertone to it. One that spoke all the volumes that unnecessary words could do little justice to. The engagement. The job. The article. There were so many things going on, so many stressers both good and bad.
"Well there goes that excuse..."
Not that he had deemed it a viable reason to have grey hair anyway. But at least it had gotten some amusement out of his friend and Simon in turn offered a weak smile in return. As for the mention of scars, he simply nodded. He well understood the meaning of all that was said in the short statement. Those scars both physical and emotional that often didn't show to the casual observer.
At the question of his well-being, it was harder to answer. Both because of the multi-facets that it covered and because not all could be shared, especially in such an open place. "As well as can be considered," he settled on at first. The second article had come and gone and the ministry had reopened with not too much fuss. Even if he still felt like he had to prove himself not what was portrayed by others. "Angelina and I are good." At least that was a positive subject to talk about.
Not that he had deemed it a viable reason to have grey hair anyway. But at least it had gotten some amusement out of his friend and Simon in turn offered a weak smile in return. As for the mention of scars, he simply nodded. He well understood the meaning of all that was said in the short statement. Those scars both physical and emotional that often didn't show to the casual observer.
At the question of his well-being, it was harder to answer. Both because of the multi-facets that it covered and because not all could be shared, especially in such an open place. "As well as can be considered," he settled on at first. The second article had come and gone and the ministry had reopened with not too much fuss. Even if he still felt like he had to prove himself not what was portrayed by others. "Angelina and I are good." At least that was a positive subject to talk about.
"What about you?"
It was strange. He had hoped that sitting in the Hogs Head in Hogsmeade would be a blast to the past. Things would seem like normal, be back to normal and they could laugh. Make jokes. About stupid things, anything really. Like snow as the reason for grey hair. But Simon's lack of a true smile brought that all crumbling down in a horrible fashion. Really, it had never been in place properly.
Too much had changed. Too much had happened. It was written all over Simon's face.
A slow nod left Sabel as he watched his friend. "Glad to hear it. You'll send her my regards, won't you?" Or were they waiting, for things to settle and the danger to become less real.
As for himself, he shrugged, a small smile touching his lips. "Do you remember when you first learnt your patronus?" A bit off topic, but there was an answer nestled in there somewhere.
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Saul did his best to not draw too much attention to himself or the unconscious person he was levitating. Not that he was doing anything wrong, he thought, but he was trying not to cause any more of a panic there had already been. And so he went around the back of The Hog's Head and used the back door to allow himself entrance so as not to be seen by any of the patrons.
He left the door open for the others sure to follow him and he gently lowered the person to the floor. Once they were all contained back here, they could alert the authorities and it would no longer be their problem. And they could figure out if the charms were faulty or not.
Helping to pull one of the other muggles into the back door Hops set the man down nicely, but kept hold of his phone. He moved it around looking at it. "This will have to go to the ministry as well. Looks like they got quite a few pictures." Those would have to be deleted. He expected the ministry would be here soon.
"Wonder where Huxley is. Might have to go find him so he knows we're back here." He looked around as the other two muggles were brought in. "Think you can keep an eye on everyone here. I'd like for you guys to hand out here with us until the Ministry got here. We are all going to have to say what happened most likely. Why don't I go get everyone some drinks." He hoped there was some pumpkin juice or butterbeer around.
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The walk ha been brief, especially when one accounted for the haste in the Australian's steps, and soon Aron was pushing open the door to the inn and stepping inside. Now where was the bloke who had sent the patronus? Nothing look out of the ordinary so far.
"Round of drinks before we get to work?" he joked with a quick glance over his shoulder. Kidding, of course. They could get a round of drinks after they were done dealing with all this.
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Charles never like to apparate inside of anything really...especially the loo...urgh his suit...his precious suit! This operation better be worth the travelling to Hogsmeade. He dusted off his jacket and made sure his tie wasn't crook as they made their way into The Hog's Head main entrance.He glanced around, wary of potential onlookers inside the inn.Nothing to see here folks, just couple of DMAC officers dealing with potential muggle shenanigans trying to expose their world.
He chuckled lightly at their boss joke. Right...as if he would drink in the line of duty. No thank you...wouldn't want to tarnish their reputable department name...nope. It was hardly the time or place, even if they were just dealing with muggles.They could still pose a threat to his team with their fancy muggle weaponry these days. They never could have guess until the expected happened, the muggles might possibly be armed themselves. He hoped that was not the case. Charles set his face back to all seriousness now, his wand armed and ready by his side. "Sir, do you want us to do a thorough background check on them, just to make sure the muggles aren't armed with any sort of weaponry?"he asked, his voice firm. He knew it wasn't his place, but he had been trained for it. He could handle it if the order was given of course.
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It was quick. An hour ago they're just having a meeting and planned about the investigation and now, they're already here. At The Famous Hog's Head because the Hogsmeade folks said that muggles were already entering that village. The Korean guy followed the boss man heading to the loo and apparated to Hogsmeade. "Never dressed up too fancy for work, dude." He said to the suited man. (Charles). Seriously, didn't he realize that working in this department meant that mostly they had to work in field rather than got stuck in a cubicle with paperwork? Micky didn't remember if he'd ever wore a suit for work. He's more jeans+casual shirt+leather jacket+basketball sneakers dude.
Okay, back to work stuffs.
Drinks before work? That's probably a good idea, though he knew that the boss man was sarcastically joking. "A bottle of firewhiskey sounds good." He responded. Joking, of course. Then he turned into the newbie suited guy. "I don't think they were armed by weapons." He gave an opinion. It seemed like the muggles were lost when they were doing some sort of trip. The big question was how on earth they could enter Hogsmeade? He asked the boss man. "Where do we start, boss?"
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Charles regarded the man who pointed out his choice of clothing. Another one who thought he should dress comfortably when they had to do field work. Never.Insult.The.Suit. "Let me worry about my own suit...thanks, and you worry about yours...deal?"he replied, slightly annoyed. He pulled his black suit jacket tighter around him as he followed them in. Had he not seen 'Men in Black' ...he should watch it. Coolest muggle movie ever,his secret inner geek roared. He liked aliens and the cool gadgets in the movies...so what...he dressed nice to work everyday...his suit was the definition of classy and cool.
"Just taking precautions...dudee.."he said simply back to the korean man.Charles certainly did not need to explain himself further. Couple of lost muggles...happen to be here in Hogsmeade...ha ha...highly unlikely story they could have come up with. Suspicious was more the word for it.
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SPOILER!!: Sabel
It was strange. He had hoped that sitting in the Hogs Head in Hogsmeade would be a blast to the past. Things would seem like normal, be back to normal and they could laugh. Make jokes. About stupid things, anything really. Like snow as the reason for grey hair. But Simon's lack of a true smile brought that all crumbling down in a horrible fashion. Really, it had never been in place properly.
Too much had changed. Too much had happened. It was written all over Simon's face.
A slow nod left Sabel as he watched his friend. "Glad to hear it. You'll send her my regards, won't you?" Or were they waiting, for things to settle and the danger to become less real.
As for himself, he shrugged, a small smile touching his lips. "Do you remember when you first learnt your patronus?" A bit off topic, but there was an answer nestled in there somewhere.
Yeah..Simon was failing at keeping this gathering more positive. There was just a lot gong on between them both and it appeared as if they couldn't totally drop it. The mention of his fiance did seem to have some effect, both on Sabel and himself. "Of course..." he assured his friend, his smile brightening a little in reference to the woman. And then there was the curious remark his companion gave in answer. Did he remember the first time he learned his patronus?
"I do indeed." It was, after all a milestone that adults, if not students, made in their defense learning. And full corporeal patronus' like his own made it even more exciting and memoriable. As long as it wasn't a parrot.
His attention was distracted however when Aron stepped through he doors of the Hogs Head, followed soon after by a handful of his employees. The benefits of not keeping your back to the door. A simple outing...or something more. Simon exchanged a glance with Sabel as he tried to decipher what was going on and silently wondering the other man's thoughts on the matter.
Harold had made his way out front to look for Huxley. Once he spoke to the shopkeeper he grabbed some butterbeers for the kids when he noticed two MLE sitting in the shop. Well one was still an MLE they had hired the other for the Professor position. "Good Day" He nodded just as he noticed Aron walk through the door.
"Mr. Hawthorne, thank you for coming. I assume you got my message." Hops made his way towards the group that had just come into the shop. "We had come in the back door to keep things a little more discrete." He motioned for them to head back that way so they could see the muggles and take care of things.
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Following as close behind the shopkeepers as she could, she had never had to levitate a person before. She followed them all the way into the back door of the Hogs Head. She gently laid the woman muggle down on the floor with the other two. She looked around to see where Lux or who ever got the last one.
She didn't know if they wanted her to stay or not. But Cinna decided to stay mostly to see what was going to happen. She was very curious about this was going to stick around for as long as she could. The shopkeepers was already talking about muggles, once walked over to them for a moment seeing the phone of one of the muggles. She nodded "Sure I can stay." She figured that she would have to talk to the Ministry since she had been a witness, well she had seen enough to get what was going on. So the sixth year leaned against the wall and waited. Well on the bright side she was getting butterbeer but she could forget about that nap.
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