The Leaky Cauldron

[Jolie Fier]

*She takes another drink. Upon hearing the other witch's comment about people needing to 'sit back and relax,' she stifles a laugh. Nothing gets done that way. If I had anything to do, I would be doing it. I would rather have something to occupy my time than sit back and do nothing.*

[Venus Tamwell]

*Venus turns back to look at the blond witch, trying to think of a way to strike up a conversation with her. She could be the only one to help her her plans.*

[Terinu Whites]

*steps into an atmosphere that feels eerily quite, eyes shifting around in curiosity as to the almost dead silence.*

*he walks over to the bar and takes a seat, taking a look around and giveing the girls both a smile before ordering a rich red wine*

[Tallia Gauthier]

*Walks into the Leaky Cauldron, her large paisley bag over her shoulder, clanking with all her bits and pieces rattling around inside*

*Crosses to the bar and orders a white wine soda, pays and takes the drink to a little table by the fire so she could warm up after being outside*

*Sips her drink putting the bag down beside her seat*

[Bernard Blotts]

*Shuffles into the Leaky Cauldron in desperate need of a drink and a fag after the day he's just had*

Bleedin' rock stars and their parties ruining my shop...

*Orders his usual - anything strong, potent and possibly illegal - and pays before shuffling and cursing his way over to his usual spot by the fireplace*

*Sniffs his drink en route and guesses at it being a combination of the runoff from the beer taps at the end of the night and Toilet Duck, and nods appreciatively*

*Sees someone sitting in his spot, and coughs*

Er... I don't want to be a bother, but there's no other way of doing this other than to come across as a bit of a crotchety old sod, so I'll just come out with it. That's my usual seat. You're in my seat. You're not supposed to be there, because it's my seat.

[Tallia Gauthier]

*Looks up as she hears someone speak, raising one elegant eyebrow*

Am I now?

*Sips her drink again, making no attempt to move*

*Studies the man, tilting her head to one side slightly so her brown curly hair falls forward over one shoulder*

*Recognises him as one of the owners of Flourish and Blotts although she's not sure which one*

You know, if you just pulled up another chair, you'd be at the same table but with the added benefit of my outstanding company.

*Smiles a charming but slightly sarcasting smile*

[Bernard Blotts]

*Finally looks properly at who's sitting in his supposed seat, and wibbles a little. She's gorgeous. She looks like she washes her hair in waterfalls and has little animals who help her bake pies.*

Er, yes, you are...

*Is far too tired and desperate for booze to really protest more than that*

*Grabs a chair and sits down, scowling at her*

You know, you may be outstanding company, but I basically think, you know, I'm what would have happened if James Dean had lived and discovered carbohydrates and orthopaedic shoes.

*Chugs heavily on his drink and lights up a cigarette*

[Tallia Gauthier]

*Watches the man, leaning back in her seat - or his seat - casually sipping her drink*

I'm sure that sentence would make a lot more sense if I knew who James Dean was...

*Smiles, lifting a perfectly manecured hand to run through her hair, teasing out a tangle caused by the wind*

So, does Mr. Grumpy have a name?

[Bernard Blotts]

*Coughs heavily*

Do excuse me. I have... something. It'll clear up. Might take me with it, but we'll see.

*Glowers at her*

He was an icon. Nothing on me, of course.

*Scowls some more, his cigarette hanging from his lower lip*

Bernard. Bernard Blotts, and it's barely nice to meet you. Do you have a name, of can I just horribly generalise you and call you "Woman"?

[Tallia Gauthier]

*Laughs, ignoring the man's scowls*

I would say it's a pleasure to meet you, but you would probably disagree, am I right?

*Holds out her hand across the table*

Tallia Gauthier. I believe we've met once before when your partner put an advertisement in my publication.

[Jolie Fier]

*She returns the wizard's smile, and watches the others enter and begin to converse. She's not entirely fond of the silence at around her, but doesn't know what to say. Instead, she simply sighs. What's wrong with you, Jolie? Why haven't you spoken to anyone?*

*She feels the gaze of the witch beside her, and decides now is as good of a time as any to start a discussion.*

Evening.

*She says it simply, casually, in deliberate contradiction with her inner confusion.*

[Venus Tamwell]

*With a happy sigh, Venus nods at the witch*

Evening Miss. Lovely night out there isn't it?

*Venus cursed herself for such a silly topic of conversation as the weather.*

[Bernard Blotts]

Nov 5, 2010 9:44:52 GMT Tallia Gauthier said:

*Laughs, ignoring the man's scowls*

I would say it's a pleasure to meet you, but you would probably disagree, am I right?

*Holds out her hand across the table*

Tallia Gauthier. I believe we've met once before when your partner put an advertisement in my publication.

*Takes her hand and shakes it lightly, uncomfortable touching such a pretty woman*

You're right. And I don't want to make any huge generalisations about women, I'm not here to do that, it's — it's vulgar. But all I'll say is that you women have no feelings, so saying you're pleased to meet me is a lie.

*Looks at her, daring her to challenge this statement*

Oh yes, Miss Gauthier. It was Mister Flourish you were dealing with. He's getting on a bit now, so he relies on me more for the day to day running of the shop.

*Mutters under his breath*

Lazy bloody git he is, too...

[Tallia Gauthier]

*Smirks, raising her eyebrow again*

Oh, believe me, Mr Blotts - or can I call you Bernard? - I most certainly have feelings.

*Grins, biting her lower lip as she sits back in her seat, elegantly crossing her legs*

I'm sure you're quite the saviour, running the shop. And please, call me Tallia. Miss Gauthier sounds so formal, and I'm not at work now. This is play time.

[Bernard Blotts]

*Practically inhales his drink in his eagerness to ingest as much alcohol as humanly possible*

*Graces her with a scornful glower*

Feelings? We wizards have more feelings than you witches. Wizards are the ones you'll hear say things like, "I've found somebody. She's amazing. If I don't get to be with this person, I'm buggered. I can't carry on, no I mean it, she's totally transformed my life. I have a job, I have a flat, it means nothing. I can't stand it, I have to be with her, because if I don't I'm going to end up in some bedsit. I'll be an alcoholic, I'll have itchy trousers! I can't - I can't walk the streets any more without her!"

*Pauses to emphasise his own scowl*

Whereas that is how you witches feel about shoes.

*Snorts in a most undignified manner*

Call me what you like.

*Narrows his eyes, trying to figure out her game*

Nobody is ever this nice to me when I'm being this cranky. What's your deal?