Post by Kara Viridian on Aug 4, 2009 23:01:47 GMT -8
Monday, November 15th, 2010
0830 pm.
Liam hadn't arrived yet. Kara was running the bar on her own tonight, and that was fine since it was slow. Monday nights didn't bring in that much business, even for a muggle pub, so Liam was probably in no hurry to relieve his bartender for the moment. She sighed with little content behind it, bored by the tedium of cleaning up after the drunks. These were the sloppy ones, too. Kara yawned, and couldn't help but wonder what might be happening on the other side of the spectrum, in her world.
Things flipped upside down the day Casey left her. Yes, she'd lost him to Evie as it were, then lost him after Hogwarts was ambushed, but just because 'third time's a charm' doesn't mean it didn't hurt. The fact that she didn't get to see him face to face was what pierced her sharply, and the twist of the knife this time was that he sent her a message with his Patronus. What the hell was wrong with her luck? First she gets dumped by Jaleth in the rain, in front of the other woman. Now this? Didn't she deserve to see him? Didn't she deserve one more hug, kiss, or glance even? Kara was disgusted with her life, always on the run, always helping those who were strong enough to help themselves, and for what? Upholding her birthfather's legacy? She hadn't even known him and he was holding this over her head. Maintaining a love life without the love? No that couldn't be it either. She was just far too unlucky.
Goodness, she thought to herself, realizing that this was the sole reason why she'd taken the job in the first place. It was a muggle hideout, and she would use a polyjuice to disguise herself if she thought she was in danger. Liam allowed her to store some in the back, bless his heart, hidden in a safe place in case one of the muggles decided to wander into his personal room and snag a bottle thinking it was wine or something. No, she knew it tasted far from the relaxing hops of ale or the bittersweetness of a chardonnay. Polyjuice often left a nasty aftertaste and she refrained from using it, unless she absolutely had to. Those who frequented the bar knew her well enough, and if there was going to be a raid she would know.
She was safe here. Kara was almost always safe when Liam was around, and she knew he was going to try his hardest to keep her safe. Sliding another mug down the bar and taking a seat on the stool, Kara tried to focus on two things: the bookkeeping that needed to be done, and the fact that she was meeting two people here very soon. One, a brother whom she'd only seen once in the past few months, the man she locked lips with secretly in his office at the school...and the other the sister who had just checked in to the safehouse, Tutaminis. She wasn't sure how long it had been since the two had seen each other, and tonight was a good night to try to reunite the separated siblings.
Tonight had to be good. She needed it.
0830 pm.
Liam hadn't arrived yet. Kara was running the bar on her own tonight, and that was fine since it was slow. Monday nights didn't bring in that much business, even for a muggle pub, so Liam was probably in no hurry to relieve his bartender for the moment. She sighed with little content behind it, bored by the tedium of cleaning up after the drunks. These were the sloppy ones, too. Kara yawned, and couldn't help but wonder what might be happening on the other side of the spectrum, in her world.
Things flipped upside down the day Casey left her. Yes, she'd lost him to Evie as it were, then lost him after Hogwarts was ambushed, but just because 'third time's a charm' doesn't mean it didn't hurt. The fact that she didn't get to see him face to face was what pierced her sharply, and the twist of the knife this time was that he sent her a message with his Patronus. What the hell was wrong with her luck? First she gets dumped by Jaleth in the rain, in front of the other woman. Now this? Didn't she deserve to see him? Didn't she deserve one more hug, kiss, or glance even? Kara was disgusted with her life, always on the run, always helping those who were strong enough to help themselves, and for what? Upholding her birthfather's legacy? She hadn't even known him and he was holding this over her head. Maintaining a love life without the love? No that couldn't be it either. She was just far too unlucky.
Goodness, she thought to herself, realizing that this was the sole reason why she'd taken the job in the first place. It was a muggle hideout, and she would use a polyjuice to disguise herself if she thought she was in danger. Liam allowed her to store some in the back, bless his heart, hidden in a safe place in case one of the muggles decided to wander into his personal room and snag a bottle thinking it was wine or something. No, she knew it tasted far from the relaxing hops of ale or the bittersweetness of a chardonnay. Polyjuice often left a nasty aftertaste and she refrained from using it, unless she absolutely had to. Those who frequented the bar knew her well enough, and if there was going to be a raid she would know.
She was safe here. Kara was almost always safe when Liam was around, and she knew he was going to try his hardest to keep her safe. Sliding another mug down the bar and taking a seat on the stool, Kara tried to focus on two things: the bookkeeping that needed to be done, and the fact that she was meeting two people here very soon. One, a brother whom she'd only seen once in the past few months, the man she locked lips with secretly in his office at the school...and the other the sister who had just checked in to the safehouse, Tutaminis. She wasn't sure how long it had been since the two had seen each other, and tonight was a good night to try to reunite the separated siblings.
Tonight had to be good. She needed it.