It had been a good long while since Sylph had stuck her purple topped head inside the doors of Joker’s – three and a half months, to be relatively accurate. It was good to see that things hadn’t changed in any meaningful way. Oh, there was some new bloke helping out behind the bar, and the tables had been moved around, probably following some ruckus or another, but on the whole the place was reassuringly familiar. Without glancing at her fellow professors, the lanky witch stepped inside and walked purposefully to the bar.
“A pint of whichever ale you’ve got on at the moment, a cusqueña – heavy on the lime – and a vodka on ice, please,” she asked the barman without missing a beat. “Oh, and, uh, can I get anything for you chaps?” she added, finally looking over her shoulder at Talon and Leseur.
Well, as has been said, it had been a hell of a long time.
Post by Leseur Follet on Jul 26, 2009 10:29:29 GMT -5
Leseur followed the witch into the bar and sat a seat away leaving a space for Talon to sit in between them. He noticed some people were shooting him nervous looks but when they realized he was with the Headmaster their worries were put at ease.
"Les Trasses, Earliest year you ave Monsieur" He smiled.
Leseur had to do drink carefully. This was the first social meeting he had encountered with his co-workers. This social situation meant that he had to drink enough so that he wasn't assumed to be a light weight, but he couldn't drink too much and get drunk.
Post by Talon Windwaltz on Jul 26, 2009 11:14:26 GMT -5
Talon made three entering Joker's Bar. He looked around at the collection of Drakborough's citizens grouped together sharing stories and spending their evening together with friends. His lips curved into a smile. It was nice to see all well...for once. Also, it had been a long time since he'd stopped by Joker's.
Unfortunately, however, the bar's namesake owner had not been seen in this part of Spain for a very long time. It was being run by invisible nameless bartenders since he'd taken off, and it just didn't feel the same. Still, a drink was a drink, and the Headmaster was thirsty.
"Let's have a bottle of that wine," Talon said both to Leseur and the bartender, "and a glass of water for me."
Drakborough, the last time he had been here it had been a disaster. But the Full moon was a few weeks away still. And no one knew he was the werewolf that had killed two people and almost turned one. The death of the third person was Orca's fault, but that was beside the point. He felt strange, like he shouldn't be here.
Actually he had been in town for a a little while he had just finished selling some furs he had collected during his time in the woods under Fenrir's watch. Fenrir was now too preoccupied by the undead to really care about Seth. Seth was looking for a place that he might get something to eat. He was the Bar that he had half destroyed and almost went there so he might give the owners some money by buying something but then he saw a person of interest.
He saw Talon Windwaltz a wizard he had been trying to get a hold of for a while now. No he didn't know it was Talon just by looking at him. But his smell was familiar. It was a faint scent he smelled when ever he was near a student. So Really Seth was just sure that this man knew talon and Sylph, the woman he smelled near by was the deputy head so Seth KNEW this was his chance.
He went into the Joker's Bar and watched as the three, Talon, Slyph, and Leseur, sat at a table together. And as the Bar maid was leaving their table he made his move and walked toward the table. "Excuse me, But would one of you happen to be Headmaster Talon Windwaltz?"
Post by Talon Windwaltz on Jul 26, 2009 11:48:28 GMT -5
As the bartender stepped away from the group to fetch their order, a rather peculiar gentleman approached them and asked specifically for Talon. The Headmaster was almost worried to answer him. The price of fame was great and there were people who loved you and hated you. If this particular gent listened to Calvin Tybalt, for instance, the response to a confirmation was likely a punch in the face.
And tonight was not the night for a bar fight.
"Yes, that's me," Talon answered warily, though his voice was casual. If he meant well, it'd probably just result in a pleasantly short conversation before he could return his attention to his fellow Professors. If he meant badly, well...he was sure he could handle it well enough, and with Sylph by his side the other guy didn't stand a chance. "Can I help you with something?"
Post by Leseur Follet on Jul 26, 2009 12:01:15 GMT -5
Leseur watched the bartender step away when he started sniffed the air. There was a scent familiar to his pack but not quite the same. He turned as the stranger started speaking with Talon. This man would surely know his scent. Hopefully he was smart enough to keep his mouth shut about it or this wolf would have a silver potion slipped into his drink. Leseur watched the man carefully.
The purple haired witch took a grateful pull on her pint as it was plonked in front of her, draining almost half of it in one swift, glorious frothy swig. It wasn’t the best – ale never was outside of Britain – but by George it was good. Oblivious to the curious looks Leseur was receiving from the other patrons of Joker’s, Sylph shot him one of her own. Wine? In a pub? These continental types weren’t half a weird bunch. Then again, Sylph realised with a sudden, pleasant shock, she had been living among ‘continental types’ for at over three years now. Maybe she should have been used to their habits by now.
In accordance with round-buying etiquette, Sylph didn’t speak her thoughts on the males’ choice of drink aloud. Instead she merely nodded slightly at the barman, universal speak for “theirs is on me, too.” As the remainder of the drinks were deposited on the bar, Sylph groped in her pocket for some change. Handing over roughly the right amount, she juggled with her three drinks for a moment, thought better of it, downed the icy vodka and started again.
“Right, chaps,” she said cheerily as she led the boys over to a table. “Chin chin. To new acquaintances.” She raised her glass very slightly in toast – the actual clinking of glass was obviously not required. Supping rather more gently this time, Sylph’s glittering eyes settled on Leseur. He wasn’t particularly striking to look at, but there was an almost familiar grace in the way he moved, almost animal.
“So, Leseur,” she began politely. She dearly wished to speak to Talon alone, but seeing as that was damn near impossible anywhere in this area of Spain she felt that she may as well go with the flow and learn about her new colleague. “What made you come to – ah.”
How appropriate that even as Sylph embarked upon another conversation whilst thinking about the difficulties of privacy that she was once again interrupted. Thwarted even in the simple act of making small talk. The violet haired woman sighed very slightly to herself, looking between the new man and the headmaster with feigned interest. What now?
Seth inclined his head. and made a glance at the lycan. He was no fool the man's secret if it wasn't already told was safe with the werewolf. So long at the other hound didn't give him away. "Mr. Windwaltz, My Name Is Seth Reilley... I Um sent you a letter about a week ago, about applying for a position up at the school. It seems I was lucky enough to run into you before I got your return owl maybe we might have a chance to speak now? If not, I have no problems waiting."
He was getting more self conscious of the fact that he was still standing. "Oh and pardon me for being rude. Maybe I could join you while we speak business. I don't want you to end your fun on my account."
Post by Talon Windwaltz on Jul 26, 2009 12:30:52 GMT -5
Talon felt a little disappointed that Sylph's pleasant conversation had been cut short. Apparently any attempts at speaking between the Headmaster and the Deputy Headmistress would end in failure tonight. However, Talon was pleased to see that the fellow who had asked him his name was simply the werewolf who had sent him a request for a job the night he argued with Azrael.
Well, pleased as anyone could be to see a werewolf, anyhow.
"Well let me ask my colleagues here," Talon said, his sapphire eyes glancing between Leseur and Sylph, "would you mind Mr. Reilly here joining us? Or shall we put that off for some other time? In my opinion, however..." At this he lifted the bottle of wine and pointed it towards the werewolf, "...the more the merrier."
Sylph shifted somewhat uncomfortably in her seat. So this guy had applied for a job, and hadn't heard back. Could it be that Talon had thought it best not to employ him, and just hadn't found the right way to word the response letter? The situation now could get rather awkward, especially if the application had been for the job which the man next to her now held. Sylph glanced from Talon to Leseur, wondering how to answer.
“Yeah, sure,” she eventually responded, shrugging nonchalantly. She turned to Seth and smiled welcomingly, but somehow avoided making eye contact with the man. “He’s sharing with you, mind,” she added jokingly. “These beers be mine.”
Post by Leseur Follet on Jul 26, 2009 15:33:52 GMT -5
It took Leseur a moment to escape his thinking process and return to the real world. "Oh," Leseur paused for a split second, "of course monsieur, pleese seet, I ave no problem weeth sharing good wine amongst friends. Teez one of thee seemple pleaseurs" Leseur put on a smile. He was just here because he applied for a job... Was it his job? It was, of course, possible..... Leseur sipped his wine and felt a little better. It was good. Fruity, yet it held it's taste. Leseur's thoughts slowly shifted to the wine he was drinking.
Seth smiled pleasently at the company of faculty who he hoped would soon be coleagues/ He pulled up a vacangt chair and sat down. "He waited for one of the barmaids to come by and asked for a simple butterbeer. "Getting drunk is not the bst idea fo me. I'll just end up embarassing myself by revealing the skeletons in my closet. No I'll be just fine without the alcohol."
"And don't worry about buying me anything I god my own money." He opend his pouch of gold and bronze. Not a single siver sicle existed in his satchel. and he would pay for his drink in knuts to avoid the change.
"Well anyways what possitions are still open?" He asked the headmaster.
Post by Talon Windwaltz on Jul 27, 2009 16:41:33 GMT -5
Talon felt a little bit uncomfortable as his two colleagues both expressed his exact same emotion. Neither of them, nor he himself, really wanted this strange gentleman to join them at their table, especially while enjoying good wine or ale or whatever the choice may be, but none of them really had the stones to outright say "go away."
Especially considering, well, as the Headmaster outright said, "well that's just the thing. You see, Mr. Reilly, the only positions we're really hiring for at the moment are teaching staff. The grounds are well kept at the moment, what with the fact that we have both a Care of Magical Creatures expert and a Herbology expert...right here, actually." He didn't want to make his friends feel awkward, but he didn't really have much choice.
Talon glanced down to the wine glass that was in his hand, but felt downright wrong taking a sip of the drink. Good wine and good friends were now pushed back. This man was after all, a werewolf. What if, upon news of his rejection, he threw over the table and forced the three teachers to remove wands and fight?
Of course, unlike both of her companions the deputy headmistress was blissfully unaware of the applicant's furry affliction. That said, it probably wouldn't perturb her in any way if she did. Sylph knew several lycanthropes - liked some, hated others, but her feelings towards them were never based of their, uh, situation. She was, however, feeling more and more uncomfortable by the minute.
So he had applied for a groundskeeper position, had he? A little pointless, perhaps. That was the good thing about magic; it was pretty damn easy to look after simple things like the grounds if you knew the right spells and had a little talent. Which Sylph did, of course. In fact, it was an unwritten part of her contract as professor of care of magical creatures to see that Firefox's surroundings were kept in good order - particularly when it came to repairing damage caused by her latest class project. Likewise the herbology professor, though whether Leseur knew that yet or not remained to be seen.
In a reaction that was utterly at odds with that of the headmaster, Sylph buried her face in her pint glass in an attempt to avoid Seth's eye. This was too uncomfortable for words. And what the hell had he meant, skeletons in his closet? How was that a good thing to say to a prospective employer? She had to say something. But what? That they'd let him know if a position did open up? A little white lie, but one that might come back to bite them in the arse. She chanced a sideways glance at the eager aspirant, awaiting his reaction. She only hoped it would be a hasty departure.
Post by Leseur Follet on Jul 27, 2009 18:51:14 GMT -5
"Skeletons in the closet" Leseurs thoughts snapped from wine back to the conversation. This man was now interrupting their conversation PURELY for business matters. There would have been no problem if he was just scheduling an interview. But he was bringing business to a bar. This was unacceptable to Leseur. Despite his invitation to the man to sit down he now felt it was a mistake.
Talon was quick to tell this Seth that there were no positions open for groundskeeper. This could not allay the situation though. It was obvious this man had made everyone feel uncomfortable.
"Pardon me, Monsieur" The frenchman said with a little bit of sting in his voice, "But you ave inearrupted our convearsation weeth mattears purely regardeeng your beesiness. Eet wood ave been acceptable eef you ad asked for an intearview and then left or not said aneetheeng about it at all. Now then, Monsieur, my preevious invitation to stay as been revoked. I weell now politely ask that you pleese leeve as you ave insuled me weeth your self centeared attiteude" The people around their table had gone quiet, obviously listening in to see if the French man would start another fight.
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