The Hog's Head Inn$3$[1]

[Augustus Rookwood]

Rookwood noticed someone behind him, "Priscilla..." Rookwood said turning his head facing her, "wont you have a seat?" He asked hotly indicating an empty chair across from him. His gaze broke from the stranger a few feet away.

[Priscilla Medusa Chimaera]

"Cheers," she replied moving towards the empty seat, still smirking. She sat down with the alignment of a dancer, pulling off the scarf she had had the wits to put on as the september air was getting chillier.

"So, how has the world been treating you lately?" she asked, engaging him in polite small-talk.

[sammie bowers]

*Sighs. Looks around once more. Takes her menu. Starts to look through it. Puts it down. Starts to play with her hair again*

[Seraphina Bloodworth]

*Smiles, famished with hunger as the waitress sets the plate with hot steak and baked potato, and a large glass of Butterbeer in front of her.*

*Sticking a forkful of potato into her mouth, she tries not to overhear the conversation of the stranger, and the odd woman, but it proves difficult as they are mere feet away*

[Augustus Rookwood]

"Credenza, if you want to know...I made a rash move lastnight, figuring this pathetic wizard I could trust." He leaned in more, "Whats worse is that he works at the Ministry of Magic, if the Dark Lord finds out it'll be my neck." Added Rookwood rage and tension in his voice. "He wont find out, I'll kill this wizard if he ever sides differently." Rookwood said in his normal tone.

[Priscilla Medusa Chimaera]

*Priscilla feels the sensation of someone watching her and glances over to see a darkhaired woman eating what seems to be a delicious baked potato. Her mouth slightly waters and she feels her stomach giving a hint that it might be a good idea to eat as soon as she returns to Hogwarts. She also realizes that her own situation must look somewhat dodgy, her being still in her teens and Mr. Rookwood being a grown man. The thought rings delightfully disturbing in her mind and lures a twitch of a smirk into the corner of her mouth.

At that moment, Priscilla also notices a familiar face. Sammie Bowers, looking positively bored out of her mind is sitting alone, playing with her hair. Priscilla gives her fellow Slytherin an acknowledging nod.*

[Seraphina Bloodworth]

*Is slightly disconcerted at the... young woman's eerie eyes looking towards her. Judges her to be a few years younger than herself, and wonders just what she is doing with a forty-something year old stranger*

*Swallows a bit more potato, directly meeting the girl's gaze before moving on to her steak*

[Priscilla Medusa Chimaera]

*Mr.Rookwood starts talking, and Priscilla's attention is drawn back towards him. She listens intently, whishing she had braught that fancy little music-gadget with recording she got for practicly nothing in that muggle shop the other day. This is juicy stuff, she thinks, and her left eyebrow is raised at his last comment.*

[Augustus Rookwood]

Rookwood slids over in his chair so that he is looking directly at this stranger, he smiles at her again, and leans back on his chair.

[Seraphina Bloodworth]

*Isn't able to help but smile back at the man, whose smile seems to be a bit friendlier and more genuine, but glances back at the girl before finishing her steak, taking sips of butterbeer in between mouthfuls*

*Waves over the waitress, still overhearing the two's conversation*

Could you fill this up for me please? I would appreciate that.

*Hands the waitress her empty glass*

[Priscilla Medusa Chimaera]

*Priscilla observes the exchange of glances between Rookwood and the other girl as she orders a glass of water.*

"Well, well, Mr. Rookwood, I must say, you do stick to you guns, as they say," *Priss comments with thick emphasis on the muggle expression.*

[Daphne Greengrass]

*apparates into the unusually crowded pub*

*spots her fellow classmate*

Sera!

*hurrys over to her*

[Augustus Rookwood]

Rookwood wasnt paying any attention and kept smiling rocking back and forth in his chair, "Huh? What?" He asked, then a thud was heard, Rookwood tipped to far back and fell to the floor. He was thankful no one was really laughing and got up and sat in in the chair again, this time without rocking. "Yes...so um...ahem....anyway..." He didnt know what to ask or say.

[Seraphina Bloodworth]

*Tries to choke back a sympathetic laugh as the man suddenly tips backwards over his chair, pretending to ignore the whole incident in order to not cause further embarassment*

*Accepts her refilled glass of butterbeer from the waitress, washing down the steak that had slightly lodged in her throat from her hidden chuckles*

*Smiles at Daphne, her face brightening*

Hello, Daph! It's been a while! Come, sit with me!

*Gives another glance at the odd pair a few feet away before turning her face to Daphne*

[Priscilla Medusa Chimaera]

Priscilla raised her left eyebrow as well and gives Rookwood a look that simply says "What sort of oaf are you, really?". She then grows slightly annoyed with this dark-haired girl throwing constant glances over at her, and turns her head so that the muscles crackle disgustingly, and sets her stare at her with her pit-like eyes. Some stray strands of her hair seem to threateningly slither themselves around her shoulders, as if they were snakes wanting in on the action, but at a second glance it is difficult to determine if they really did move at all...*