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Post by Curse Kameren on Jun 3, 2011 3:26:24 GMT -5
Department of Magical Creatures Chapter 113, Section 14D: Beasts Versus Beings. Sub-Section 41: Daemonic Presences...
Curse Kameren's book bag was full. It was Amelia's week with Max, which left him with a lot of studying to do. Though, at the moment, he wasn't exactly sure which subject was most important; at the moment, his first priority was freeing Echo. Resistance from helping his friend had started to stretch past just Daksmer and into his own busying life. He started teaching physics at Cambridge, and after months of teaching potions, he was quite rusty. His students were going to chew him out if he was behind. Unfortunately for them, a few unhappy Cambridge students weren't nearly as important as Echo's state in prison. If he got a few physics formulas mistaken, so be it.
The professor adjusted his dark-rimmed glasses as he flipped a page. On top of his growing studies, even his body was rejecting him. His glasses meant one thing; animagus problems. He had transformed into his animagus form nearly a week ago, but when he changed back, his right eye stayed in cat-form. It wasn't his first problem with animagus before; his initial transformation had been sloppy, plaguing his animagus form forever more. He was going to speak with a Transfiguration Specialist about it as soon as he could get an appointment, but for now he had one cat-eye and one nearly-blind eye. It seemed that Fate was working against him once more. He knew his luck wouldn't last long.
Taking a sip of his tea, Curse stirred the spoon with a flip of his finger, glancing up around the coffee shop as he flipped another page. It was a rainy day in downtown London, which meant the coffee shops were filled. This was the same shop he'd visited with Arianna a few months ago, he mused. He caught himself before he let himself drift into thought. Back to work. He pushed his glasses up his nose as he returned to his book.
Wmp.
Curse quick pulled his book up off the table as someone bumped into his table. His tea splashed everywhere, thankfully missing him as it dripped onto the floor. "Careful mate," He smiled crookedly as he folded his page and started to soak up the spilled drink.
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Post by Nuriko Elsywth on Jun 3, 2011 11:48:47 GMT -5
"Oh no I'm so sorry!" The older woman took a swift jump back to avoid the spilled tea, whipping out her wand to siphon up the spill. Her skirt was stained, a dark imprint on the light green fabric, but this was swiftly cared for as well. She made a quick adjustment to the table, rescued her tea (which she had left floating in the air) and plopped down across from Curse. "I hope I didn't disturb you much?" She smiled, then turned to yell at the woman behind the counter in a rapid change of direction.
"Maube! Another of whatever this gentleman is drinking!" She turned back to the professor. "Do let me treat you, dear. My fault. My, but you look familiar." She took a sip of her tea, brushing her long black hair from her face. Very familiar indeed, who did he remind her of? "Don't tell me, I'll remember in a sec." She cast another glance around. Now where is that daughter of mine?
The tea was very good, and she drank appreciably. It was too long since she'd had proper English tea.
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Post by Kitsune Meute d'Voleur on Jun 3, 2011 21:22:03 GMT -5
Kitt had been loping around all day with her tail high and her ears up, picking up herbs and books and shelves and cushions and any sparkling tidbit that caught her eye. It wasn't very often that the odd wolf-girl got the chance to get out and spend the, until now unknown, hoards of money that she had laying around in the bank from many moons ago.
She still wasn't any good with directions, shamefully so, and ended up in a rather charming part of the Wizarding world that she had missed while away.
People milled about the little shops, talking and chattering away in the late Spring air. It was more than just a little soggy outside, and though her spirits were high, Kitts boots and purchases for the day were more than just a tad waterlogged, and she eyed a small coffee shoppe.
She b-lined her way to the door, tucked her things into a small cubby-hole, and was met with several sensations as she turned to the room. Her eyes snapped to a pretty, and equally familar, woman in green whose voice rang out with calm authority "Maube! Another of whatever this gentleman is drinking!"
A grin spread across her face as the scent tags in the catacombs of her nose flagged curse-cat, and tea while her feet took her to a table where, rocking back on her heels, her snaggle-toothed grin evolved into a flurried set of words:
"Good graces! That drizzle outside sure has me hankering for a minute glass of something warm, though a small side of company surely couldn't be done without either!!"
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Post by Curse Kameren on Jun 4, 2011 2:52:02 GMT -5
"Oh no I'm so sorry!" And suddenly, Curse had company. The older woman mopped up the mess before Curse had the time to think of it. He was far too preoccupied with his book; he was deep in concentration. He needed to be. Apparently, however, this woman didn't understand that as she plopped down in the seat across from him. "I hope I didn't disturb you much?"
"Umm, no, it's fine," Curse snapped his book closed, pushing his glasses back up his nose. The dent in his nose from his scar made it difficult for the glasses to sit properly, so he was constantly adjusting them. He winced slightly as the woman yelled across the cafe; ah, the American tourist in Europe. They tended to stick out like sore thumbs. True, he was American himself, but it had been so long since he'd been to his home country, he might as well have been born in London.
"My, but you look familiar." She took a sip of her tea, brushing her long black hair from her face. Very familiar indeed, who did he remind her of? "Don't tell me, I'll remember in a sec."
"Must just have one of those faces," He chuckled slightly, pulling a cigarette out of his jeans pocket and lighting it with a flick of his thumb. Curse very well did not have one of those faces. An auror's face wasn't one usually forgotten: they wore their experiences on their faces. Before he could question the woman further, another joined them.
"Good graces! That drizzle outside sure has me hankering for a minute glass of something warm, though a small side of company surely couldn't be done without either!"
A crooked grin stretched across Curse's face, nudging his glasses off-center again. "Kitsune Meute D'Voleur. Bloody hell, where have you been?"
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Post by Nuriko Elsywth on Jun 4, 2011 20:32:34 GMT -5
"Must just have one of those faces," “No, no.” Reece waved off the comment, her face concentrated as she drank the last of her tea. “That’s not it… oh, thank you dear!” She smiled with real warmth at the waitress as she brought over not only a fresh drink for Curse but one for her as well, just as she liked it. “Thank your mother for me-- ” She looked across the café as Maube tended to another customer. “and tell her I’d love to come over for a chat.” She turned to Curse as the waitress left. “Bloody Americans can’t make proper tea.” She lifted hers in salute, sliding him his new drink. “They’re still backwards colonies in that respect. "Good graces! That drizzle outside sure has me hankering for a minute glass of something warm, though a small side of company surely couldn't be done without either!"“The tea here is excellent for warming one up,” she said, motioning the girl to sit at the table. With such distinctive features, Reece instantly recognized her from her daughter’s letters. Speaking of Nuriko, where was she? A crooked grin stretched across Curse's face, nudging his glasses off-center again. "Kitsune Meute D'Voleur. Bloody hell, where have you been?"“Kameren!” Reece pointed at the man, distracted from her momentary worry. “Curse Kameren. Knew I’d remember your name.” She extended one slim hand. “Reece Elswyth. My daughter is always chattering about you and your son.”
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Post by Kitsune Meute d'Voleur on Jun 6, 2011 18:28:25 GMT -5
"Kitsune Meute D'Voleur. Bloody hell, where have you been?"
Kitt's tail instantly curved into an arc at the recognition in Curse's voice. She winked at him as she took the only empty seat left, and spoke to him even as she reached to shake the pretty woman's outstretched hand.
"Isn't it more to the question of where I haven't been for the past moons? Hibernation didn't do anything proper for my figure, though I must admit that sleep did me wonders...save for the lack of apples and ale...and how have you been, by the way? Haven't caught a whiff of you until this moment - though I can't say that surprises me in the least. Cats are known to be more than just a tad spooky."
It was then that Kitt got herself into a rather familiar spot of confusion, not on her part, but on the part of her action. Though she was shaking the woman's hand as she spoke to Curse; when her sentence finished (as did her handshake) she turned back towards the room, looking for Maube and a spot of whatever smelly-good-liquid that the almost-familiar-lady had in her teacup. Yet she spoke again; this time to the woman, with no other indication of interest than a furry ear flipping out from beneath her hair.
"Smell like a certain Nuri-someone that I know, be you kin or folk? Maybe you have spent the Spring with my bonny bestie, eh?"
Kitt turned then, so quickly that her chair must have lilted to the side a little, for when she found herself correctly righted, her line of site was no longer center between her two table-mates, and more askew to the room. Her sheepish grin got the best of her, and she tucked her ears back down as she re-aligned herself; flicking her eyes from the Curse-cat to her right and the Pretty-Nuri-Kin on her left.
"Do we know if they are selling apple-crisps today? Or is that only on Fairy Tale Tuesdays?"
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Post by Curse Kameren on Jun 13, 2011 0:07:10 GMT -5
The professor glanced up at the woman from his book as she went on about tea, half-paying attention as he skimmed his pages. He flipped through the book quickly; his reading aptitude was incredibly quick, he could read and understand books ten times faster than the average clever person. He had lots of reading to do, but he was sure he could do it, if he had the time. Or, if he wasn't being spoken to. Somehow, Curse's table had become the most popular table in the cafe. He snapped his book shut, resigning to his fate as he pushed his glasses back up his nose.
"Isn't it more to the question of where I haven't been for the past moons?...how have you been, by the way?"
"I've been better than I look," he smiled, tilting his head just slightly to his left; He couldn't quite see Kitsune when he looked at her straight on. "School year's out, my son and I have moved into a home in Godric's Hollow. Didn't realize how much I'd miss the city." He took a puff from his cigarette, waving his fingers in the air to dissolve the smoke. This was a no smoking cafe, he remembered. Well, he didn't remember so much as receive a dirty look from the staff. He ground out the cigarette, replacing it in his pocket for later.
“Kameren!” Reece pointed at the man, distracted from her momentary worry. “Curse Kameren. Knew I’d remember your name.”
Curse jumped slightly as the woman spouted his name. "Yes, that's me," He looked her up and down for a moment, tilting his head so he could see her properly. Still no recognition. She looked slightly familiar, but he couldn't quite place a name to her. "Do I know you?"
"Smell like a certain Nuri-someone that I know, be you kin or folk? Maybe you have spent the Spring with my bonny bestie, eh?"
“Reece Elswyth. My daughter is always chattering about you and your son.”
"Oh, sorry," A crooked smile grew across the professor's face in recognition as he shook the woman's hand. Good, a student who liked him. He usually had the extreme misfortune of only meeting the parents of the students who hated him. There was a startling number of them. "Pleasure to meet you, your daughter's one of my favorite students."
"Do we know if they are selling apple-crisps today? Or is that only on Fairy Tale Tuesdays?" Curse frowned, shrugging. This was only his second visit to this establishment, he had no idea what they sold or when. They had coffee, that was good enough for him.
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