The Leaky Cauldron

[Jolie Fier]

*Smirks*

Oh, I know. But if I don't, who else will? After all, you're...

*Sweeps Katie up and down with her eyes. She turns and walks back to her table with Veela grace and a dazzling smile.*

[Katie Bell]

*Is shocked at first by her reply, standing with her back to the counter. She barely holds herself back from hexing the painfully graceful witch as she walks off.*

_{That's ridiculous.}

*Not in the mood to pay for the drink she didn't even touch, she snaps her eyes away from Jolie. Taking a deep breath, she pushes herself away from the bar and leaves the pub without another word. Her teeth are clenched and her hands in tight fists to keep herself from storming out the door and making a scene.*

[Jolie Fier]

*Drains her drink and leaves the glass on the table, still smiling as she stands and stretches. She follows Katie out onto the street.*

[Roslyn Levere]

*Entering the small pub, Roslyn made her way towards the bar* It was nearly a week later, since her meeting with Theodore Nott, and she'd forgotten all about him. At the moment, all she looked for was a quick drink, then she would be off to her solitude once again.

*Ordering her usual; Roslyn observed her nails in boredome. Not in the mood to really socialize*

[Neville Longbottom]

*Has realized the hard way that, unless he gets the Herbology teaching position from Headmaster Snape, he'll probably never keep a job for longer than a week. Nothing seemed to fit with him at the moment besides the thought of a nice firewhiskey at the Leaky before going out once more.*

*Stumbles into the bar top, accidentally shoved by a witch or wizard behind him. His cheeks and the tips of his ears are pink, as he wonders if anyone saw what just happened. He glances around in embarassed silence while he waits for Tom to bring his drink.*

[Roslyn Levere]

*Sensing someone sit beside her, Roslyn turned and was greeted by the familiar face of Neville Longbottom* "Neville? How nice to see you again!" Pleasantly surprised, she grinned happily. Neville always had a way of brightening her day; and Roslyn was never opposed to his company.

"You do remember me, don't you?" It seemed ages since she had seen the shy Gryffindor.

[Theodore Nott]

::Strolls into the pub wanting to escape all the hullabaloo in Diagon Alley, it's unusually busy today, and Theodore isn't in the mood to be surrounding by a bunch of dingbats, and dunderheads.::

::Winds his way up to the bar, and instantly begins to drum his fingers impatiently against the old smooth wood. A young witch is just next to him, and he glances to her out of the corner of his eye. Before spotting the witch is Roslyn, Tom, the barkeep, walks up and takes Theo's order.::

[Neville Longbottom]

*Is spooked by the sudden feminine voice, completely positive it's not Tom. He turns, a bright smile almost splitting his face in half as he sees Roslyn next to him. He laughs.*

Of course I remember you, silly! My memory's not that dim, at least I hope it's not.

*The worry of finding a job other than one in close proximity to Snape is forgotten as he takes in the witch's happy expression. He feels so light now, and care-free, and he knows it's slightly ridiculous because a beautiful witch like her would never feel the same about a clumsy wizard like himself.*

Fancy seeing you here, eh?

[Roslyn Levere]

*Hearing light footsteps behind her, Roslyn paid it no mind* Her attention was captured by Neville, who looked quite adorable- embarressed as well. Curiosity burned within Roslyn, but she pushed it aside for another time. "Yeah. I never expected to find you here."

*Suddenly her drink was placed in front of her, an Roslyn smiled apologetically* "Hold that thought, mate.." *Quickly paying the correct price, Roslyn still failed to nottice the other young wizard beside her*

[Theodore Nott]

::Tom returns to his side of the bar with a drink in each hand, and sets one down in front of the witch next to him. His eyes follow the drink to the owner, and he sees it is Roslyn.::

::A pleased smile forms on his lips. She was the last person he expected to run into, and is pleased it has happened. He hasn't thought much about her since they first met, but now that she's before him he is suddenly consumed.::

::Quickly he reaches for Tom's arm to stop him from accepting her money.::

Hers is Leprechaun's Gold, Tom. Allow me.

::Dips his hand into the pocket of his cloak, and he tosses the gold into Tom's dirty hand with a soft clinking of the metal.::

[Roslyn Levere]

*Turning back towards Neville, Roslyn grinned.* "So...how have you been, Nev? Did you take my advice on asking Professor Snape for a job?" She sincerly hoped his did, because Roslyn was aware of how much Neville loved plants. Roslyn couldn't see him happy with any other job.

[Neville Longbottom]

*Just as he'd opening his mouth to reply to her question, he sees another wizard intercept Tom from taking Roslyn's money and instead pays for her drink with his own. He raises one eyebrow in confusion.*

_{Is she here on a date?}

*Goes silent, trying to figure out who the wizard next to Roslyn is.*

[Roslyn Levere]

"Neville?" *Concerned at the look on his face, Roslyn followed the direction of his eyes. Surprised to see Theodore Nott...Paying for her drink*

*Now aware of what the situation might look like to Neville, Roslyn turned towards him; decideing to confront Theodore Later* "I'm not here with him, Neville. Actually I wasn't even aware, he was here."

*Casting a dissapproving glance at Theodore, Roslyn studied Nevilles reaction* She wasn't sure what to make of it.

[Theodore Nott]

::Smirking, he glances to Roslyn giving her a wink, and a nod. He can tell she's not happy he paid for her drink, and chuckles inwardly with amusement.::

::Raises his bottle, and his eyes to the wizard to whom she is speaking and nearly falls over. Neville Longbottom! Now this is entertainment. Theodore is going to sit here, and watch as the most clumsy wizard in the world blunders his way through this.::

::Maintaining a cool composure, Theodore begins to drink from his bottle, and glares intimidatingly toward Neville.::

[Neville Longbottom]

*Gulps, automatically not liking the way the wizard's looking at him.*

What? It's not like I just insulted your mum or anything, you git!

*Narrows his own eyes at him, wondering why the wizard would pay for Roslyn's drink if they weren't here together.*

Oh, alright. But who is he? Looks-

*Coughs, stopping himself from saying "Like he'd be in Slytherin" and corrects the phrase.*

-familiar.