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Post by Curse Kameren on Dec 19, 2011 21:00:03 GMT -5
"Can you even drink?"
"I'm twenty-two, I reckon I can do whatever I want." Curse Kameren flicked his cigarette ashes into the ashtray on the bar, arching a brow at his old friend between pieces of brown-and-white flecked hair. Paul was a good friend, but Curse's recent poisoning had the bartender worried about him, nearly more than Alex and Emmi were. He had taken care of himself for a long time, he didn't need anyone to help him.
"Y'know what I mean, won't the firewhiskey - y'know - hurt it?"
"Paul, you have no idea what you're talking about." Curse took a deep gulp of his firewhiskey as if to convince the barkeep of his health. The poison had been dealt with. He was fine now.
Paul rolled his eyes, turning away from Curse as another customer hailed him. "Just can't have you making another bloody scene in my pub, Mrs. Longbottom'll kill me."
"I'll be good." Curse sighed, his smirk mischievous as he blew smoke at Paul's back.
The auror's emerald eyes flashed sharply to the pubs door as it opened, admitting some burly men. They were Ministry workers, Curse recognized them, coming to the pub for a night out after work. Some of the characters put a bad taste in Curse's mouth, but he would leave them be. They deserved a night off just as much as Curse did.
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Post by Arianna Blackthorn on Dec 19, 2011 21:45:04 GMT -5
The smells of mystery meat baking teased the poor souls lingering around Diagon Alley. Most people were either at home settling down to dinner or out on the town. Cheery light and laughter spilled out of the Leaky Cauldron. Arianna Blackthorn typically avoided the pub at such an hour. Sweaty, terse, overly aroused men would be crammed in nearly every space, trying to pinch the bottom of a barmaid. The pleasant family shoppers that frequented the place during lunch time would be long gone. It was late and the beer would be pouring and really she wasn't in the mood to flash a smile or be polite. Still going through the pub was the quickest route to her house and the food did smell delicious. Which was more a testament to how starving she was than the quality of food.
With the loud rumble of her stomach persuading her, Arianna crossed the cobblestone alley street and slipped into the Leaky Cauldron. She paused in the doorway as smoke and chatter assaulted her. It was extremely busy. A quick bite and she'd be gone before someone turned the music on. Standing on her tiptoes, Ari spotted an empty stool at the bar. It was near the restroom and provided a rather good view of the place. Ari liked watching people, especially those who felt relaxed.
Quickly, Ari weaved her way to the empty seat, wanting to snag it before someone else did. She mumbled a quick pardon when her overlarge, and overflowing book bag bumped a man gulping down firewiskey like it was air. As she settled into her corner, Ari wondered how many people would hit on her. It wasn't that she thought a lot of herself, but she had noticed that during this hour men had a tendency to dump their attentions on any pair of moderately shaved legs. Whipping out a book, Ari tried to project an air of uninterest, maybe if they saw a book they'd think she too smart or something. Books and history tended to make a man run. Fast. Sometimes, not always.
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Post by Curse Kameren on Dec 20, 2011 0:34:51 GMT -5
Curse kept to himself, quietly sipping his drink at the bar until he was the slightest bit drunk. He didn't notice the pretty young woman enter the bar, giving her only a sideways glance subconsciously when she sat two seats down from him. Curse wasn't one to flirt with women at bars; he liked to call it pride, but in honesty he seemed a bit too dodgy for women to be interested in him. When he was younger, maybe, but now as an auror things were different.
He was here for a drink, but others in the pub had different thoughts.
A large, square-jawed wizard took the seat between Curse and the woman, leaning in uncomfortably close to the woman. He smelled of alcohol; it was obvious he had been at the Cauldron for a while. He cleared his throat as a cue for the woman's attention.
Time passed and the young lady paid him no attention. He ordered another drink. Paul returned with two drinks, setting one in front of the man and the other in front of Arianna, cocking his head in the man's direction. As Paul left the two, though, he signaled Curse: keep an eye on these two.
"Well," The square-jawed man let out a bourbon-scented breath, leaning in over Arianna's shoulder. "What's a pretty little bird like you doin' readin' a book in the Cauldron on a night like this?" A heavy, muscular arm wrapped around her shoulder, gently tipping the book shut.
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Post by Arianna Blackthorn on Dec 20, 2011 22:50:16 GMT -5
A distant rumble reached Ari's ears but she paid it no heed. The sounds of the room barely registered as she lost herself in her book. Everything around her faded away as her mind focused on the words in front of her. For a moment she forgot about her ravenous hunger, or all the interesting people and their interactions. It was just her and the heavy parchment in front of her. The world around her could be engulfed in fire and she wouldn't have heard the screams. Absentmindedly her hand reached for the drink that had been placed in front of her. Slowly she sipped on the pumpkin juice as her eyes roamed the page tracing the rune.
"What's a pretty little bird like you doin' readin' a book in the Cauldron on a night like this?"
An annoying buzzing dimly penetrated Ari's concentration. She could ignore words, but not the physical touch. Her body stiffened as an arm circled her shoulders. Suddenly her book was closed and a frown knitted Ari's brow in displeasure. Five minutes. It had taken only five minutes for some lusty fool to try and win her favors. Really men were predictable. She should have just gone to the muggle world, get some fast food and be off. But the Cauldron had smelled good and it was close.
Too tempting.
"The obvious," She said in a soft voice as she shrugged off his arm. She looked him in the eye and said with out emotion,
"I'm not interested in your attention and do not want you touching me. Now if you can excuse me, I'm busy."With that she turned her back to him again, and opened her book.
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Post by Curse Kameren on Dec 21, 2011 1:28:15 GMT -5
"I'm not interested in your attention and do not want you touching me. Now if you can excuse me, I'm busy."
"Oi. C'mon now," A forceful hand pushed Arianna's book out of her hands with a loud thnk, knocking over her glass of pumpkin juice. He gripped her arm hard, his stubby fingers digging into her soft flesh. "Put the book down an' have a drink with me, birdy..."
Paul and Curse's eyes flashed up at each other behind the man's back, and Curse sighed as he popped a new cigarette in his mouth and spun on his stool. "Hutchinson! What a bloody surprise!"
The jovial look on the auror's face seemed to mock the dark look on Hutchinson's, as he turned to the thin young wizard. "Kameren." His greeting was through grit teeth, and he didn't let go of Arianna's arm.
"How's the wife? She still in hospital? I'll never understand how the poor woman could fall down the stairs so often..." He lit his cigarette with a flick of his thumb, blowing the first puff deliberately into the bigger man's face. He knew Hutchinson; he was from Transportation, an unkind brute of a man who wanted his way with everything. He wouldn't like this woman turning him down, and he'd hate Curse's intervention even more.
"Bugger off Kameren." Hutchinson looked up at the tall, thin wizard's face with an irritated scowl.
"Have a drink with me, Hutch. I don't want any trouble. I don't think Miss - " His green eyes met her dark orbs for a moment before darting quickly around her belongings: book, purse, receipt, pulling the information he needed " - Blackthorn is interested in your company this evening."
With a quick motion, Hutchinson let go of Arianna and his wand was out, pointed at Curse. "I said bugger off, Kameren."
Curse put his hands up as a yield, but the scoff that emitted from him was more than contradictory. "C'mon, Hutch. You and I both know I'd have you on your arse before you even move your wand." His emerald gaze turned hard as he stood tall over Hutchinson. He wasn't stepping down, but the nice-guy facade was failing. "Go sit down. Leave Miss Blackthorn alone. I don't want to make another trip back to the Ministry tonight, but I'll do it to bring you to the Cell Hall for a night." Hutchinson's wand wavered, and eventually went back into his pocket. Curse took another puff of his smoke, crossing his arms. "Go."
The big wizard retreated hesitantly. Curse's eyes didn't move from him until he was safely in the back corner of the pub, far enough away to leave the young witch alone. He turned away from Hutchinson and sat again at the bar to another drink on the house from Paul.
"Sorry." His eyes lingered on Arianna for a moment before reverting back down to the bar.
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Post by Arianna Blackthorn on Dec 30, 2011 19:36:56 GMT -5
At first Arianna was merely being polite. She was letting the man down gently, not wanting to make a scene but then he went and carelessly shoved her book out of her angers. Red flashed across Ari's vision and her eyes went entirely black.
"Baffon! That book is worth more than you can make in a year," She hissed as she tried to sntach the book away from the juice. She ignoned the momentary capture of one hand as she clutched the book to her chest with the other.
"Put the book down an' have a drink with me, birdy..."
An incredious look contorted her usually pleasant features. "Yes, because runing my things just makes my heart flutter and ends my protests," She drolled sarcastically. Ari was about to yank her arm away when another man entered the foray. A low groan escaped from Ari. Was this another club dragging hormone raging idiot here to vie for her hand? Would she be a turf fight for the kind of the brutes?
He was a youngish looking man, a little too thin and he had a confident air about him. Pride. Probably an ego the size of the ministry.
"Have a drink with me, Hutch. I don't want any trouble. I don't think Miss - " His green eyes met her dark orbs for a moment before darting quickly around her belongings: book, purse, receipt, pulling the information he needed " - Blackthorn is interested in your company this evening."
And he knew the man. Was this man her hero or was this all a ploy? Arianna wouldn't put it passed a man to try and get a girl by gallantly saving her. Maybe he expected a reward for scarring off the brute.
It all happened rather quickly. The brute's attention was fixed on the hero. Really they seemed like snarling dogs over a juicy bone. Her. On one hand Ari was fascinated. There obviously was some history between the men. Her hero knew the man's wife and enough intimate details to suspect that the man was a dangerous bully. Also she wondered how a man could delude himself to think that any woman would be attracted to his domineering attutide. It wasn't the Regency period anymore! The man was surely self deluded.
After a staring contest that Ari couldn't help but watch with fascination, it ended. The cave man dragged himself away grumbling.
The stranger younger man was not at all what Ari expected. He apologized. She wondered what his game was. Surely he was up to something.
"Thank you, but it wasn't necessary. It's the twenty first century, Women no longer need knights," She said with a wry smile as she gathered her things. She paid her tab before taking out her wand and tapping the book. She tried to remove some of the moisture that had soaked into it.
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Post by Curse Kameren on Dec 30, 2011 21:01:43 GMT -5
"Thank you, but it wasn't necessary. It's the twenty first century, Women no longer need knights,"
Curse took a long pull from his cigarette, blowing the smoke as he rolled his eyes. "Yeah, you had it covered." His head turned back to the curious red-headed woman, cocking a brow as he looked her up and down. "You're reading a runic tome on ritual magics, pulled from the Department of Mysteries. That book is older than your grandparents, I wasn't going to let an arse like Hutch hurt it. You're an idiot for bringing it to the Cauldron to start with."
With another swig of his firewhiskey, Curse turned back to the bar. He rolled his eyes, willfully ignoring the look from Paul behind the bar. Miss Blackthorn was very beautiful and was obviously book-smart, but coming to a pub on a night like this and not expecting to get hit on showed she had a lot to learn about street smarts. Besides, Curse wasn't here to pick up women. He was here, preferably, to get very stinking drunk before going back to his empty home, but Arianna was currently getting in the way of his plans for the night.
"Curse." Paul cocked his head in the direction of Hutch on the opposite side of the pub. Curse saw him in his peripheral, careful not to look at him; as Arianna Blackthorn prepared to leave, Hutch was getting ready to follow her.
Without a word, Curse stood, approaching Arianna behind her shoulder and placing his hand on the book. The moisture from the drink was pulled from the pages at his touch. His voice was low, so only she could hear it. He didn't really feel like leaving the pub so early, but he knew if he didn't follow Miss Blackthorn home, Hutchinson would.
"I'm walking you home."
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Post by Arianna Blackthorn on Dec 30, 2011 22:46:15 GMT -5
"Yeah, you had it covered."
His sarcastic tone rankled her and her fingers itched to slap him on the face. Really the gall of the man. Sure he had stepped in and helped her out but she could have done it herself. He hadn't even let her draw her wand! Then he had the nerve to lecture her on her foolish for bringing such a priceless book to the cauldron. A little part of Ari was amazed that the man even knew the worth of such a tomb. Most people who have thought the title baffling and meaningless. Still, she would not be impressed by that little fact. His arrogance was like a thousand little needles digging into her skin. She could take care of herself, she was nineteen and far smarter than the cave man who had tried to club her on the head and drag her off to his cave. Given half the chance she could have stunned the man.
Suddenly a smooth hand touched the book cover. Ari glared over her shoulder at the giant. Now he had the audacity to perform wandless magic on her belongings.
"I'm walking you home."
Unladylike, Ari's jaw fell open and she gaped at him. It wasn't a question or request but a command.
"Go to hell," She said brushing off his hand and quickly making her way to the door. The man was trying her patience with is I am the man and I must to everything for the little lady routine. This good boy act was most likely a ploy to get her to invite him in or something. She wasn't in the mood.
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Post by Curse Kameren on Dec 31, 2011 0:54:59 GMT -5
"I'm walking you home."
"Go to hell."
Curse laughed, casting a side-eye at Hutchinson in warning as he followed Arianna out into Muggle London. It was a busy night out there as well; the sidewalks were packed with pedestrians on one of the last remaining warm evenings of autumn. Curse followed dutifully behind Ms. Blackthorn, staying only a step behind her with his hands in his pockets. "May I ask what your first name is, Ms. Blackthorn?I caught the A from your check-out slip on your book. Amelia? I used to know an Amelia..."
Her loathing of him was practically palpable in the dark air. A wide grin grew on his face and he chuckled; for some reason, her hatred of him made him like her all the more. A terrible part of him wanted to see how far he could push it: either she would slap him, or she would join the conversation. Probably both. "I think you think a bit too highly of yourself, Miss Blackthorn. You expect every man you meet is going to hit on you? I might be walking you home because its my job, after all."
Lighting a cigarette, Curse continued with a wry look in Arianna's direction and offered her his pack. "I'm an auror, after all, and it would be irresponsible of me to let you walk home knowing a wife-beating motherfucker like Dirk Hutchinson would be following you." He shrugged, putting his hands back into the pockets of his jacket as he trudged slowly just behind her. The trouble with someone of his height following was how wide his steps were.
His brow furrowed when something occurred to him. "You didn't eat, did you? You came to the Cauldron for dinner, and you left before you ordered a meal." Curse's eyes rolled upwards as he tried to remember the block ahead of them. He grew up in London, and was very familiar with the areas around the Leaky Cauldron. "There's a sandwich shop just ahead, open late. you can pop in and get something. On me, if it won't intrude on your feminist ideals."
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Post by Arianna Blackthorn on Dec 31, 2011 12:40:40 GMT -5
The man laughed! And it was a very good laugh too, pleasant but she wouldn't admit it to him. Not now. Ari weaved her way out of the pub and into the muggle streets. People were still about, dashing here and there. Safety in numbers. Surely the caveman brute wouldn't try anything out here where a number of people would surely yell or call the muggle police. It would be a nightmare for the secrecy department. The man couldn't be that much of an idiot?
Ari tried to put distance between her and the man who thought to protect her. What was his game? Did he really want to make sure she was okay but why? What was in it for him? Ari had noticed that no one ever truly did anything without something in it for themselves. It was human nature. Always happened. So what did he want out of this situation?
"May I ask what your first name is, Ms. Blackthorn?I caught the A from your check-out slip on your book. Amelia? I used to know an Amelia..."
A sigh slipped passed Ari's lips. He was still there dogging her like a stray puppy trying to find an owner.
" The A stands for Annoyed," she taunted over her shoulder. Really he was persistent and very observant. Again, a part of her couldn't help but be impressed with how he had figured out her last name by looking at her things. Cave man couldn't be bothered as he thought she'd answer to birdy.
The laugh she once thought was a bit charming rankled her as it danced down her nerves. Did he have to laugh so? And why did he find this all amusing?
"I think you think a bit too highly of yourself, Miss Blackthorn. You expect every man you meet is going to hit on you? I might be walking you home because its my job, after all."
Job? Was he a professional woman saver? What profession would pay him to do this? Ari glanced at him to see if he was serious and found him waving a pack of cigs at her.
She raised an eyebrow at him as if to say, helping your self to an early grave are we?
"I'm an auror, after all, and it would be irresponsible of me to let you walk home knowing a wife-beating motherfucker like Dirk Hutchinson would be following you."
Ahhh that explains it, a hero complex was practically a requirement to be an auror. Ari softened just a little toward the man. She understood him a little bit better. Just a smudge. Then again he could just be saying he was an auror.
"If he is a wifebeater why isn't he in a cell?" She said a little curious.
"You didn't eat, did you? You came to the Cauldron for dinner, and you left before you ordered a meal."
His observation surprised her. How did he know she was hungry? Alright, so it wasn't rocket science to figure that out. People did eat at the Cauldron.
"There's a sandwich shop just ahead, open late. you can pop in and get something. On me, if it won't intrude on your feminist ideals."
He knew the muggle world. Ari knew of the shop, her da was a muggle born and she'd half grew up in his world. Oh it was tempting to say that she'd had lost her appetite form all the testosterone being tossed around but she couldn't pass up a free meal.
"Alright, as long as you eat to," She said begrudgingly.
"I'm Arianna, and you are?"
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Post by Curse Kameren on Dec 31, 2011 15:08:21 GMT -5
When Arianna gave him a dirty look, Curse put his pack of cigarettes away and lit his own in his mouth. He had no qualms with bothering Miss Blackthorn. If she was going to take up his evening she may as well be entertaining to him. "I'm an auror, after all, and it would be irresponsible of me to let you walk home knowing a wife-beating motherfucker like Dirk Hutchinson would be following you."
"If he is a wifebeater why isn't he in a cell?"
"Because the Ministry is a terrible and tedious place, and we haven't technically caught him hurting her, and she's too afraid to tell us the truth." There was a slight bit of frustration in his tone as he replied, though he tried to make it sound trivial; he had been struggling with the Hutchinsons case for nearly a year, and in all honesty seeing him hit on Arianna tonight made him wish Hutchinson would be following them, so he'd have the opportunity to curse the bastard straight.
"You didn't eat, did you? You came to the Cauldron for dinner, and you left before you ordered a meal. There's a sandwich shop just ahead, open late. You can pop in and get something. On me, if it wo't intrude on your feminist ideals."
He watched her think it over, a slight smirk of amusement tweaking at his lips as she grudgingly accepted. There was something about her that just made him smile. At the present, he couldn't tell if she liked him or hated him.
"Alright, as long as you eat to," She said begrudgingly.
"I can't, actually." He shrugged, exhaling smoke as he spoke. He was tall enough that his smoke wouldn't hit her. "Really. I'm testing an antidote for a poison tomorrow and I can't have anything solid the night before." He was hoping to leave the poison-talk at that. He was sick of people asking him if he was alright. He was alive, wasn't he? He had conquered a poison that' meant to kill you in 30 minutes. He was in the clear, now. Free to live a long, healthy life. "Maybe I'll get a drink or something just to please you." He shook his head, smirking at her. She really was quite demanding, but that was something he liked about people. She tested him.
"I'm Arianna, and you are?"
"Detective-Inspector Curse Kameren." He held out his hand sideways to shake, smirking as he opened the door for her to the shop.
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Post by Arianna Blackthorn on Jan 1, 2012 1:39:06 GMT -5
"I'm an auror, after all, and it would be irresponsible of me to let you walk home knowing a wife-beating motherfucker like Dirk Hutchinson would be following you."
"If he is a wifebeater why isn't he in a cell?"
"Because the Ministry is a terrible and tedious place, and we haven't technically caught him hurting her, and she's too afraid to tell us the truth."
"Even if she did tell you, it's a case of he said-she said, before anything could be done he'd hurt her again," Arianna conceded in a soft tone. The world was unfair sometimes. Still there should be someway to help the woman. Truth serum maybe? Surely a cave man couldn't beat such a potion. But there was the law to contend with. Ari didn't know much about modern law but she had a feeling that such a thing without a bit of proof was illegal.
"Alright, as long as you eat to," She said begrudgingly.
"I can't, actually." He shrugged, exhaling smoke as he spoke. He was tall enough that his smoke wouldn't hit her. "Really. I'm testing an antidote for a poison tomorrow and I can't have anything solid the night before."
Testing an antidote? Was he serious. Ari glanced at his face. It was a mask meant to hide his feelings. While she couldn't tell exactly what he was hiding she could guess. Her own father had been an auror and when he'd lost his wand arm to a dark curse he hadn't been the same. Sometimes she wondered if it was the sympathy that had driven him into the muggle world.
"What not enough glory being a mighty auror, you have to prove your mettle by saving women and testing medicines? If you don't slow down there will be nothing left for us mere mortals to do," she teased as they walked. Although she was loath to admit it there was something about him that she liked. No one else ever provoked her the way he did.
"Maybe I'll get a drink or something just to please you."
"And you just live to please me," she said with a roll of her eyes.
"I'm Arianna, and you are?"
"Detective-Inspector Curse Kameren."
Arianna laughed. The way he had said his title and name amused her.
"What one title not could enough for you?" She said as she captured his hand in a quick shake before entering the shop.
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Post by Curse Kameren on Jan 1, 2012 21:04:35 GMT -5
"What not enough glory being a mighty auror, you have to prove your mettle by saving women and testing medicines? If you don't slow down there will be nothing left for us mere mortals to do."
Curse shrugged, smiling wryly down at Arianna. She really was very pretty. "I'm sort of a genius. Why waste my talents in one field?" She had made a mistake in letting Curse Kameren be arrogant. Eventually it would be hard to stop. He put out his cigarette as the sandwich shop came into view. "Maybe I'll get a drink or something just to please you."
"And you just live to please me," she said with a roll of her eyes.
"I live to please." He chuckled as he followed her.
"I'm Arianna, and you are?"
"Detective-Inspector Curse Kameren."
Arianna laughed. She had a rather pleasant, musical laugh. And her smile was even prettier than her scowl. "What one title not could enough for you?"
He shrugged with a wry smirk. "Like I said, why waste my many talents on one title? Actually, that's the shorter version of my name." He chuckled, holding the door open and bowing with an over-the-top flourish to irk her. Her feminism amused him; he couldn't count the number of women he'd helped who 'were quite able to do it on their own, thanks'.
"Kristopher!" As soon as the tall auror ducked into the shop, the worker behind the counter's face lit up with a grin. "What're you doing out so late? Violet would have your head!"
Curse shook his head, a friendly smile on his face at the sight of his friend. "Alright, Milo? Think I'm a bit old to be grounded now." Milo chuckled, reaching across the counter to clap him on the shoulder.
"You're never too old in Violet's eyes, especially with the smell o' whiskey on you." Milo shook his head with a sly wink, before turning his attention to Arianna. "Who's this lovely lady?"
"This is Miss Arianna Blackthorn." Curse locked eyes with Arianna for a moment before addressing Milo once more. "Could we sneak in an order before you start cleaning the kitchens?"
"As long as you ain't cookin' it." Milo cackled at his own joke before moving to the register and smiling pleasantly. "Your usual, Kris?"
"Not tonight, I'll just have tea."
"Alright. What'll you have, Miss Blackthorn?"
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Post by Arianna Blackthorn on Jan 22, 2012 23:33:05 GMT -5
"I'm sort of a genius. Why waste my talents in one field?"
Was he kidding? Could he really be a genius? Then why was he a mere auror and testing potions. If he was as smart as he claimed he'd be writing books or developing rare cures. Not sitting in bars waiting for some drunk to turn into his punching bag.
The man infuriatingly intriguing but she did have to admit she like sparing with him. Maybe she had been wrong about her initial assumption.
"What one title not could enough for you?"
He shrugged with a wry smirk. "Like I said, why waste my many talents on one title? Actually, that's the shorter version of my name."
"Of course it is. Mere mortals are not privy to the true title of gods," She scoffed as he bowed at her. Resitting the urge to kick his feet from out beneath him she swiftly walked into the little shop. Let him play the knight.
"Kristopher!" As soon as the tall auror ducked into the shop, the worker behind the counter's face lit up with a grin. "What're you doing out so late? Violet would have your head!"
Ari folded her arms, an eyebrow raised and a smartalec, knowing smile on her lips. Ahh someone was escaping the little woman. Perhaps Kameren liked playing the hero so he could feel in control. Maybe he wasn't the boss in his home life.
"Alright, Milo? Think I'm a bit old to be grounded now." Milo chuckled, reaching across the counter to clap him on the shoulder.
"You're never too old in Violet's eyes, especially with the smell o' whiskey on you." Milo shook his head with a sly wink, before turning his attention to Arianna. "Who's this lovely lady?"
It was his mother and by the sounds of it he still lived with her. Maybe he wasn't as genius as he claimed. Or maybe he was. Come to think about it, weren't a lot of true genius incapable of handling the real world and lived with their parents for protection?
"This is Miss Arianna Blackthorn." Curse locked eyes with Arianna for a moment before addressing Milo once more. "Could we sneak in an order before you start cleaning the kitchens?"
Ari shot a glare up over her shoulder when Curse answered for her. She was perfectly capable of saying her own name! Men. They always had to be command.
"As long as you ain't cookin' it." Milo cackled at his own joke before moving to the register and smiling pleasantly. "Your usual, Kris?
An evil little thrill went through Ari at the joke. So the mighty genius couldn't cook. At least he wasn't good at everything.
"Not tonight, I'll just have tea."
"Alright. What'll you have, Miss Blackthorn?"
" A meatball sandwich?" She asked hopefully, "If it isn't too much trouble..."
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Post by Curse Kameren on Jan 23, 2012 1:56:46 GMT -5
"Alright. What'll you have, Miss Blackthorn?"
" A meatball sandwich?" She asked hopefully, "If it isn't too much trouble..."
"No trouble at all, for eyes as sweet as yours." Milo smiled kindly at Arianna, ringing up the sandwich and turning to go prepare it.
Curse pulled out his wallet and laid down the total; Milo knew he didn't have to tell Curse the total, he could do it in his head faster than the machine could anyway. He led Arianna to a nearby table and sat, his long legs crossed in the aisle as he turned sideways in his chair to look around at the shop. "I used to work here, as a kid. Delivered sandwiches for them on my bike during the summers before my mum died." His emerald eyes examined the walls of the restaurant for a moment, lost in memory before falling back to Arianna.
"So, Arianna Blackthorn, Runes Researcher at the Department of Mysteries. Surprised I haven't seen you before, I'm in Mysteries often. There's an office at the Department devoted to me. I've met the researcher, lovely fellow. Name's Carl." He chuckled. "What brought you to Mysteries?"
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