The Leaky Cauldron

[Neville Longbottom]

*Mentally scoffs at her suggestion, still convinced Headmaster Snape wouldn't let him have the job if he were the last wizard alive who knew anything about Herbology. A bit dramatic maybe, but...*

Oh, yeah. I'll apply next year.

*Nods, thinking*

_{And I'll train to be a dragon keeper too, in the mean time!}

*Takes a drink, sniggering into the cup*

He never liked anyone, especially me. The only time I wasn't yelled at in his class was when he wasn't there. Honestly.

[Roslyn Levere]

*Detecting a hint of sarcasm in his first sentence, Roslyn raised an eyebrow turning away from him slightly, finding his sarcasm a little rude* "Well...I was only trying to encourage you. The decision is yours of course."

*Sipping her drink, Roslyn traced the rim absentmindedly; retreating into her thoughts*

[Neville Longbottom]

*Blushes brightly as she turns away, knowing his statement must've sounded more sarcastic than he intended.*

I- I...

*Mumbles, loud enough for her to hear*

I didn't mean it that way. I'm sorry.

*Sighs, looking around the pub with nothing in mind*

Just can't believe he'd give me a job with how much he hated me in class.

*Pauses, wanting to ask but not wanting to unknowingly insult her*

Did you do good in Potions? If you didn't blow anything up, melt any couldrons-

*Laughs nervously, sure he sounds like a complete nutter*

-or weren't in Gryffindor, I guess he was...nicer.

*Blinks, not believing 'nicer' to be in anyone's vocabulary when it comes to describing his old Potions Professor.*

[Roslyn Levere]

"I did well...though it still wasn't a class I preferred." *Turning towards Neville, Roslyn smiled assuringly, finding his gentle personality charming*

"I can understand why you would feel the the way you do. Snape wasn't exactly kind..." *sensing his nervousness, Roslyn's expression softened further more*

"It's alright Neville...you needn't be nervouse around me. Ask anything you want..." *She looked at him with sincerity*

[Neville Longbottom]

*Eyes flash between hers and his drink, and he licks his lips*

_{Mm, guess I'm not used to pretty witches talking to me out of the blue.}

*Smiles lopsidedly*

Favourite color?

*Chuckles softly, remembering a game he played with fellow Gryffindors in First Year, so everyone would get to know each other.*

[Roslyn Levere]

*A little taken back by such a basic question, Roslyn blinked a few times before answering* "I have a few favorites actually, but Purple would be it I guess..."

*Uncertain what to do with herself once finishing the last of her drink, she placed her hands in her lap delicately*

[Neville Longbottom]

*Laughs, realizing such a question without explanation would confuse anyone*

Well you see, it's a game I played as a First Year. You ask one question, the other person answers it- truthfully- and then they ask you a question in return. It just keeps going on and on until, oh-

*Scrunches his face up slightly, trying to remember how many questions are supposed to be asked.*

-I don't know how many, or until we both run out of questions.

*Turns red, hoping he doesn't sound like a dimwit. She's a very pretty witch for one, and secondly, she is in Ravenclaw.*

[Roslyn Levere]

"Or to make this more effective, and far less boring..." *Roslyn giggled, seeing him become a bundle of nerves once more* "I could invite you for tea tomorrow morning, in the Garden. We could continue our questions then, since it's getting later by the second."

She wondered if he would decline her offer, not trusting her well enough yet. But there was no harm in asking, and it was only a friendly invitation. "Up to you..just thought the setting would be far more comfortable, than sitting in a stuffy building."

[Neville Longbottom]

*Wide eyes, not processing Roslyn's question at first. Then he blinks, finally understanding, and sets his glass on the table silently*

I- Your place? Eh, for tea? Sure!

*Clears his throat and looks away for a second, wishing that didn't sound so desparate.*

Oh, I mean, yeah. Alright.

*Shrugs, nodding as he fights back a smile*

Tea's good.

[Roslyn Levere]

*Nodding, Roslyn reached inside her bag and rummaged around for paper, and a quill. Finding both, she searched for some ink and quickly scribbled down her adress, then handed it to Neville.* "I should be going now..come by around noon."

*Putting her things away, she offered a small wave of goodbye, then was off on her way*

[Neville Longbottom]

*Takes the parchment from her, smiling*

Noon? I'll be there!

*Waves as she walks off, and is left staring at the parchment with wide eyes and a crooked grin*

[Jolie Fier]

*Sweeps in, her cloak fluttering behind her in the breeze until she shuts to door behind her. She leans on the bar and orders a Firewhiskey, pays, and sits at an empty table in the corner, taking a long drink and trying not to think about the stress of the past few weeks*

[Katie Bell]

*Waltzes into the pub, yawning quietly as she thinks of everything she still has to do at the shop. She makes her way to the bar and orders a Firewhiskey. Tapping her nails on the bar top, she waits patiently for her drink and looks around the room*

[Jolie Fier]

*Seeing someone enter out of the corner of her eye, she looks up. Her heart skips a beat when she sees that it's the Bell girl- the one Greyson left her for. And... everything else.*

*Stands and strides purposefully to stand behind her, bends down and whispers in her ear.*

Good evening, Katie.

[Katie Bell]

*Smiling at the random bits of conversation overheard by others around her, Katie looks down at the bar top- scratches, dents and all. A drink is set down next to her and she lifts her eyes to see it's not her Firewhiskey. She huffs playfully at Tom and stretches her fingers as he waddles over to the other side of the bar to deal with a drunken customer.*

*Three words from a voice in her ear chases the smile from her face and the air from her lungs. She freezes, still as a statue as she recognizes that silvery voice.*

_Jolie?

*Slowly turns around to face her, knowing she's one witch Katie shouldn't turn her back on.*