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Post by Anne Fernsby on Nov 26, 2014 22:00:54 GMT -8
Once in the bathroom with the door locked, Anne looked around somewhat frantically. She had hoped to find papers inside to dry herself with as she couldn't simply use magic. To come back completely dry and stainless would be suspicious to the local populous, she imagined, and Anne did not want to her and Markus' already strange evening out to be laden with questions from Obliviators simply because she was frustrated with the dress she'd chosen to wear tonight potentially being ruined. Instead, she had to calm down and find a solution. She could use the toilet paper, but that stuff was so fragile. She'd get it all over her dress, and then she'd look worse than she surely already did. (Anne hadn't dared to look in the mirror.)
What about those strange things in that rectangle box? She pulled one out. No, that was for the toilet seat from the looks of it. It was the only thing that made sense given the center part being cut the way it was. And it didn't feel much better than the toilet paper likely felt. With a huff, Anne threw the cover into the toilet and continued to look around. There was a metal box on the wall opposite the sink. What was its purpose? It had to have one. She walked the single step over to it and leaned down slightly to read the instructions. It seemed to be saying to put her hands under there and rub them together, so she did so. Oh! Hot air! Rapidly moving hot air! "Thank Merlin!" It would take a while, perhaps, but it was better than going out there still wet.
Anne took a moment to reach behind her and find her zipper then pulled it down and let the dress drop before stepping out. She checked the door to make sure it was still locked before holding the dress under the thing, pulling the fabric so the area in question was held taut. Something about being in her slip made her feel uncomfortable, but she reasoned with herself that she was safe enough. After a few moments, the contraption stopped blowing air, and Anne pulled the dress out of the way. It started again. Ok, so motion was necessary, was it? That didn't stop Anne from keeping it in one spot for the duration of the next cycle before testing it.
It took Anne what felt like an eternity to finally reach a point at which the fabric was bearably damp. At that point, she used magic to dry her slip then put her wand away and pulled the dress back on and zipped it back up. Now, she dared to look at the mirror to look at her reflection. She knew she should have gone with the black one, knew it, but she hadn't wanted to seem desperate, so she had abstained from it and had gone with the peach instead. It complimented her hair and her skin tone well. It simply now had a nice little red stain on it. Why hadn't she gone with the white zinfadel? It would have been less noticeable, but no....
Anne cleared her throat and then rolled her shoulders back and put on a smile before leaving the bathroom and returning to the table. Hopefully the waitress had had time to return the drinks to the table by now. Anne did not want to deal with her again. At least not until it was time to pay the bill. Markus' idea to leave after drinks had not gone unnoticed and certainly was tempting at present. Once back at the table, Anne sat across from Markus. "Sorry it took so long. 'Being muggle' isn't easy." |
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Post by Markus von Wolfram on Dec 3, 2014 22:40:22 GMT -8
Markus simply nodded at the woman’s apology. As mad as he was about the whole situation he knew sometimes things just happened and he shouldn’t be taking all his pent up frustrations out on some poor waitress who was only trying to do her job, even if it was an abysmal try at it. He waited until she finished wiping down the table before he sat back down on his chair, offering a slight smile when she apologized for yet a second time. The captain had overheard the other waitress mumble something about new girls so perhaps this one was in fact just new to the job and her nervousness was just getting the better of her?
”Look, it’s ok, it happens, but it’s not me you’ll have to convince to stay.”
He absently noticed that even as he spoke the waitress began to twirl a piece of hair behind her ears. Something about the motion seemed vaguely familiar to Markus, but he couldn’t place it off the top of his head. He was about to push it to the back of his mind when she stated she would grab a new round of drinks, or at least up until she had called him by name. His attention snapped to her, a slight frown on his face. At no point in time since entering did he ever remember giving his name out…
”Hey wait,” he called out, ”How do you know my na-”
He cut his words short when Anne slide back into view and into her seat across from him. Even in spite of the situation and the fact that it might tick off his date he couldn’t help laugh at her statement about being muggle. Sometimes he had to wonder how muggles got along in life with no magic, it just seemed like such a foreign concept to the captain. ”I wouldn’t doubt that in the least. Your dress isn’t ruined is it?” He waited for a response before continuing. ”Drinks are on their way with hopefully no more incidents… Hey, I didn’t mention my name to anyone since we got here did I?”
Though he was trying not to show it, the familiarity of the way the waitress had addressed Markus was bothering him more than a little. Was she a witch and had he locked up one of her family members? Had he arrested her when everything went to hell? Did she recognize him as captain of the guard? Or was this all just some random coincidence and fate was just conspiring against him?
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Post by Anne Fernsby on Dec 3, 2014 22:40:58 GMT -8
Anne shrugged. "I'm trying not to wonder about that," she replied. Hopefully there was still something she or Madam Malkin's could do, but as she said, she was trying not to wonder about that. It would only make her blood boil, and she wanted tonight to go out with no further incidents. She laughed a little as Markus voiced the thought she was having. Great minds, she supposed.
Markus' question made Anne frown slightly in thought. She shook her head slowly. "No, why?" she asked. It was a strange question. Had someone called Markus by name while she was away? The waitress, perhaps? Had she recognized him and that was why she'd spilled the drinks? Shock at seeing him out? Or was it shock at seeing him with a woman other than his wife with no news of divorce being carried in the papers? If it was the latter, would word get back to Kirstin or anyone who would ruin his reputation? Maybe they shouldn't have gone out tonight. Maybe even the muggle world wasn't safe enough--at least not this close to a wizarding community. Anne kept her attention on Markus as she worried her lip. |
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Post by Kara Viridian on Dec 3, 2014 22:41:27 GMT -8
Kara was still flushed when she reached the bar. Henrietta had given her a scolding while she wrung out the mop behind the counter, and wheeled bucket to the back. In the midst of it, she wrangled one of the other waiters who had come around in the nick of time.
“Seamus, if I can get a glass of wine and a double of scotch over to table seven please?”
“Don’t want to cause another scene dancing with the full glasses on yer way to the table, there, Kat?” He teased. The Irish muscle-head was always charming and funny, but this time, Kara didn’t find humor in his remark.
“You’re a riot there, Shay. Please. I’ll owe you. Big.”
“Oh really now? I hold a pretty high price.”
She smacked his arm, knowing exactly what he meant. “Get.”
When Henrietta disappeared into the back to finish cleaning and dumping out the glass particles that had fallen to the floor, Kara watched as Seamus went over to deliver the drinks. She found an empty spot on the bar counter and folded her arms, burying her head in it, exhaustedly.
“Merlin, what have I done?” She muttered to herself. It was embarrassing enough acting this way under a guise in front of her old partner, but her partner and this mystery date he was with? Shame was amplified, ten-fold.
When she looked up, she searched for Casey. It wouldn’t have surprised her if he had left by now, but for the most part she hoped he was still around.
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Post by Casey Winslow on Dec 3, 2014 22:41:57 GMT -8
Casey was still there, this time nursing a fresh cup of coffee with enough cream and sugar to make the drink bearable. He had considered getting a beer, but what was the point? He didn't really feel there was one, and honestly, he just wanted to be awake at the end of Kara's shift, considering that he was here and probably wouldn't get to visit much with her while she was working judging by the look of the crowd. Buzzed or drunk was certainly not how he wanted to be at the time she got off, so he would keep nursing coffee and probably order some pub food when the time felt right. He honestly wasn't certain what to order.
As Kara sat at the empty seat near him, Casey took a sip of his drink. It didn't register at first who it was since he was so used to looking for the brunette, brown-eyed beauty and not the blonde-haired girl with a heart-shaped face. Pretty still, but she was no Kara even if it was Kara behind the guise. It dawned on him a moment later at the sound of the girl muttering, and he looked over. He was aware of what had happened, considering the pub had gone silent all of a sudden when she had tripped and fell. He'd felt bad for her, still did. He just wasn't sure what to do.
"You had a moment," Casey replied. It probably seemed like a huge deal to her, given that it was her it happened to, but in the long run, it meant very little to her life or to Markus and his mystery date's lives. It was but a blip on the radar when all was said and done. She'd realize it, but right now she needed comforting more than anything else. "And I must admit that woman's face when it happened was hilarious. I hope she didn't rip you a new one?" |
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Post by Markus von Wolfram on Mar 18, 2015 17:02:04 GMT -8
“Hmm..” he mused to himself when Anne confirmed that no, he hadn’t mentioned his name to anyone since arriving. So how was it then that the waitress knew who he was? He hadn’t recognized her, though some of her motions and mannerisms did seem vaguely familiar. Realizing he had lapsed into a silence and judging by the way his date was nibbling oh so sexily on her lip he offered her a smile and reached across the table to grab her hands if she let him. ”Ah, it’s probably nothing to worry about, just when our waitress friend there was apologizing after you left she called me by name, that’s all. Not sure how she knows me, or of me, I don’t recognize her or ever remember interacting with her before.”
Markus didn’t want Anne to worry over it. Even if the waitress turned out to be more trouble than she was worth and a wizard to boot, what was she going to do? Run to the paper and tell them the captain of the guard was out for supper with a woman? Big deal. It could easily be brushed off as a meal between colleagues if necessary and more importantly, if not unfairly, it would be the word of a nobody vs that of a captain of the guard. Though if word got out that he was away from his post at Hogwarts things could get a little snippy with the high ups but that was a thought for a different time. Right now Markus wanted to spend what little time he had with the sexy blonde across from him and he wasn’t about to let a few small snags ruin the night. |
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Post by Kara Viridian on Mar 18, 2015 17:02:33 GMT -8
"I'm sure she would have if she really wanted to." Kara groaned, "Who is she anyway? Anyone you know?"
Her curiosity overwhelming her, not only because Markus was her old partner and she was worried about his safety, but perhaps because she was hoping to ensure his safety. Captain of the Guard or not, Kara had seen her share of betrayal and danger as she'd been in and out of prison. Markus could very well protect himself, but if she could protect him from this mystery woman, she would try. Then she got to thinking: Perhaps there's more to his relationship, or lack thereof, with Kirsten that he just hadn't been able to explain to her, as he'd been busy as of late. Of course, this perturbed her so, since he was the closest person she had to a friend with her husband and father gone--aside from having Casey.
"Something about her..." Her voice trailed off.
"Kat! Table 7." Seamus handed her a bottle of wine and corkscrew.
Rolling her eyes, Kara turned her eyes to where her name had been called. Taking the wine with an arched brow, she looked back up at him. "What's this for then?"
"Henrietta wants you to offer this as a complementary gift to the couple you dumped the alcohol on."
"Serious? This is an expensive vintage." She hadn't realized it, but Kara's true voice was starting to seep out. Kara cleared her throat. "Is this really her call to make?"
"Mmhmm. Serious as in, it's some consolation for the poor patrons who may have words with Kara, who would then have your head if she found out about this. We'd gone long without incidents around here til that very moment there...Not going to let our complaint streak break to, if you know what's good fer ya." Seamus raised both brows at Kara, implying a dark and terrible punishment to come their way if the owner was to find out.
(As the owner, Kara didn't enjoy the implications of her being a tyrant of a boss.)
She gave another glance over at the table where Markus and the blonde one sat, and then back at Casey with a helpless look, before offering a glare to Seamus. "I thought you had my back."
Seamus just laughed.
Kara took a deep breath and mustered up the courage (and balance) to make her way through the crowd with the expensive bottle of wine in hand. Table 7, here it comes. |
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Post by Anne Fernsby on Mar 18, 2015 17:03:00 GMT -8
Anne cast a glance in the woman's direction. She didn't recognize her either.
Anne shrugged. "Maybe she saw your name in the paper," she said. He had made it in there a few times lately, though in far from positive fashions. Everyone wanted answers, everyone wanted their fears calmed and their children safe and off the seemingly nonstop murder train. Which was where it really was odd if she just left them alone after that. Wouldn't she be trying to get answers despite the embarrassment of spilling drinks? Desperate people did things like that.
Anne furrowed her brows then sighed before bringing her hand up and running her fingers through her hair over her scalp. "Frankly, I don't think being recognized is going to turn this night around, though," she said. "Do you want to go somewhere else?" It was an honest question. She would stay if he thought they'd be fine here, but she figured he would want to avoid being recognized by anyone else. If one witch was here, there could be others of their kind inside this muggle establishment. There was a reason they had heard of it, after all. It was no stranger to magical folk.
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Post by Casey Winslow on Mar 18, 2015 17:03:22 GMT -8
"Fernsby. She used to work in the Auror Department." Casey shrugged. Wasn't much that he knew about her, including her first name. She hadn't been an auror, and he hadn't been around as an auror very long at all. He remembered Chance had had a thing for her once, had always tried to sweet talk her in his own...Chance-like way, which wasn't very charming at all. He'd always been more the sort that teased like they were still pre-teens having crushes, though he'd fancied himself a lady killer. Casey quickly stirred his thoughts back to the woman in question and what else he might know about her. "IA, I think," he added. Another shrug before he took a drag of his coffee.
As this...Seamus approached them with a bottle of wine, Casey ducked his head, fine with taking a background role in this conversation. Poor Kara, but hey, it was what she'd expect the other woman to do, right? Take a good supervisory stance, make a judgment call, and then have the employee in question do something that might make it up to the customers who had been wronged, so to speak. Kara already felt bad enough, of course. Most people would. But it didn't mean anything to a customer most of the time. "Good luck," he mouthed when Kara looked at him. He tried to give her an encouraging smile. What else could he do in this instance? |
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Post by Markus von Wolfram on Mar 18, 2015 17:03:45 GMT -8
”No, I don’t think so either and odds are good if she did recognize me from the paper it probably wasn’t for a good reason. I’d rather not stick around and cause more of a scene. I’m game to try a different place if you feel up to it.” Markus sat back in his chair and ran a hand through his hair and let out a sigh. All the publicity of the guard the past few months had done nothing but paint a target on his back due to lack of results. And to top it off the Hogwarts fiasco was the icing on the cake. It wouldn’t matter if they finally got the killer in the end. The ministry was going to need a scape goat and the captain couldn’t shake the feeling that it was going to be his head on the chopping block.
He waited for Anne’s response and couldn’t help but feel that the down turn of the night was his fault and it left a bad taste in his mouth that the first chance he actually had to be alone with Anne had been ruined by some waitress and her clumsiness. He waited for Anne’s response and if she agreed, he stood and shrugged his jacket on before offering his date an arm, otherwise he leans forward with a smile and waits for their drinks to arrive |
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Post by Anne Fernsby on Mar 18, 2015 17:04:08 GMT -8
Anne thought about asking Markus if he really thought she'd ask if she didn't feel up to it, but she refrained. Sarcasm wouldn't help things in this situation. He should know by now she was a direct person, however. "Anywhere but here." Anne contemplated pulling out some money and setting it on the table, but she thought better of it. They'd never received their drinks nor had they ordered any food and the service had been horrid, so why should they pay?
That decided, Anne simply stood and grabbed her jacket to put on before taking Markus' arm. She had no idea where they should go, but frankly, she didn't care at the moment. Anywhere was better than here. Perhaps simply wandering around would be best, and if it came down to it, they could go to her flat. But that would be a last resort. She wanted to actually spend time with Markus, and time alone in her flat might lead to the kind of time spent together that could become addicting but far too difficult to obtain behind the walls of Hogwarts. No, she didn't need that tension on top of the already palpable tensions at the castle. |
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Post by Kara Viridian on Mar 18, 2015 17:04:36 GMT -8
The "clumsy Kat" hovered through the crowd, being stopped by a couple of the patrons on her way to the unfortunate Table 7. Wine in hand, she tried to gesture to the bottle to silently explain to customers she was on a mission to another table. Some customers were understanding, but others did not look happy with her answer. Merlin, is this really what my girls go through every day? She thought to herself, aggravated. Granted, having bartenders like Seamus around made this type of situation less likely to happen on a regular basis, but it was busy tonight and it was harder to pick off the insulting wankers. The one table she wanted to assist had her on paper thin ice and she needed to get there fast. "Would you be a dear and refill our drinks sweetheart?" An older gentleman and his cohort were laughing at her, and she knew quite well that they had seen her disaster from before. Kara rolled her eyes and turned back to them briefly, "Seamus will be right with you in a minute."The men grunted, and grumbled but she shook her head and pushed past a couple of the other folks in her way. She held tightly to the wine bottle and darted for Table 7 but by the time she was in the clear to deliver the goods, the pair was already gone. No payment, no tip. She couldn't expect much from them as she had made a huge mistake by dropping their drinks and spilling on them to begin with, clearly ruining their experience in the pub. There was a terrible feeling that dropped into the pit of her stomach, as she wasn't sure if she'd get a chance to speak with Markus again. When Kara looked down, she noticed a black leather item sitting on the table. "Wait! Sir!" She called out, but the voices in the room were much too loud. "You forgot your--" The door slammed. "Dammit." She cursed under her breath. She held the leather wallet in her hand and flipped it open. Sure enough, the identification of Markus Von Wolfram stared her in the face. Kara was only slightly embarrassed that the first real run-in she had with her old partner was like this, but she couldn't help it. She was doing a little recon, trying to keep busy and lay low. He was the only one she could trust, so revealing herself to him when his new armcandy was around? Casey said her name was Fernsby? Kara couldn't chance getting her and Markus in trouble for any sort of interaction considering her rap sheet, especially if this Fernsby woman was IA. Seamus put his arm on her shoulder as they watched the two leave the pub. "Just hope they don't come tell Kara, love. Don't sweat it. Plenty of folk 'ere tonight."Kara slid the wallet into her apron, and grabbed the wine. She had no intentions of stealing from her old mate, she was going to store it in the office safe later on. Perhaps she could find a way to send it to him, if he didn't return to retrieve it. At the moment, she was simply defeated. Closing her eyes, she gave an exasperated sigh. "Seamus can you please help Table 4? They've been nothing but miserable old jerks tonight." Seamus looked over at them and groaned but he accepted the task. "Surely. Those old crows always come in 'ere to make trouble but I'll handle it. Hopefully they'll turn in soon.""Thank you.""You got it." He winked, "Now take a break or something, Kat. That gent at the bar's been watching you all night."When Kara looked over, she realized that the night had been focused on the completely wrong thing. Markus and 'Fernsby'. Sure, she was wondering why Markus had been so distant as of late, and was curious to know who that woman was as she was most definitely not Kirsten, but she should have been a little more attentive to her 'gent' at the bar. Casey. She blushed. "Thank you Seamus.""Oh, does Kara know you're wearing her necklace?"Her back was turned towards Seamus, so she hid her surprise. When she flipped around, she arched an eyebrow at her inquisitive bartender. "Excuse me?"Seamus wiped down Table 7 and gathered the rest of the items on it, and started replacing the items with fresh table settings. "That necklace...Sorry, I hope you don't think it rude of me to notice. I thought was Kara's. Just saying if she knew about tonight and you happen to be wearing something of hers..." "I'm not as--" She cleared her throat, "Kara is not as bad as you all think, you know. She let me borrow it. And I'll accept my punishment for tonight if it comes around. Honest mistake" She almost made more trouble than she needed for one night, but Kara was glad she caught it in time. "Right on, then." Seamus winked again. Making her way back through the crowd, Kara secured her apron in hand and took a seat next to Casey. She lay the apron with Markus' wallet in her lap and took a breath as she leaned her head on his shoulder. "This doesn't count as a date, you know." Kara snickered. ((OOC: ac if this is not okay, please let me know! I will change!)) |
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