Post by Trevor Williams on Apr 22, 2008 1:10:45 GMT -8
Monday, July 12, 2010
10 a.m.
Trevor could probably count the number of times he had been in The Snake Pit on less than one hand. He had never been a huge fan of Knockturn Alley, but now that Diagon Alley was shut down and nothing but ruins, what other choice did he have? Besides, he wanted to have this meeting somewhere where Evie wouldn't find him and Natalya wouldn't think to look. Seeing and watching Morgana throughout the night of the masquerade just three nights ago had instilled in him a desire to meet with her, so under the pretense of business, he had owled her after getting home, saying he wanted to discuss some things he'd heard about the way she was doing her job and conducting business and to meet him at ten in the morning on Monday.
Trevor had arrived fifteen minutes early, finding the pub nearly empty. Considering it was morning and a work day, he couldn't say he was completely surprised. After all, who in their right mind would want to get drunk on a work day? Besides, who wouldn't be at work by this time? Well, unless the person was working swing or night shift or something. Whatever. In any case, the pub was nearly empty and quiet, just how he wanted it to be. No one would be paying attention to them, and if someone seemed to be, he would simply use Muffiliato so that the person couldn't hear what was being said. There was nothing suspicious about their leader meeting with a woman who wasn't his wife in a pub in the morning, not really, especially with the position she held.
Considering the circumstances, he felt understandably nervous. Of course, he did not let it show. Far be it from him to let his emotions be worn on his sleeves. He was composed and looked completely confident and natural as though this was just a meeting between himself and an employee. There was no reason to act otherwise, really. He just had no clue what he was going to say or how she was going to react when she realized that this wasn't about business but instead about them. How much should he tell her about how things were between himself and Evie? Should he tell her about the baby? or should he leave out any and all mention of the words "wife" and "baby" or the name "Evie"? Merlin, decisions, decisions!
He heaved a sigh, glancing at his watch, seeming as though he might be getting impatient. He considered ordering himself a drink to take off the edge but decided against it. He had to have his wits about himself with Morgana around. After all, Trevor remembered well how things had been between the two of them before their relationship and had no reason to believe it wouldn't be the same as before now that the relationship was over. A battle of wills and of wits. She always liked to think she won, but he thought otherwise, of course. He thought it was cute and found it a slight bit enticing. He just hoped she would dress decently. After all, she knew how much he hated slutty clothing. His thoughts were interrupted as he heard the decidedly annoying bell on the door ring to alert anyone who could hear it that someone was about to enter, as though the warm breeze that blew in wasn't enough.
10 a.m.
Trevor could probably count the number of times he had been in The Snake Pit on less than one hand. He had never been a huge fan of Knockturn Alley, but now that Diagon Alley was shut down and nothing but ruins, what other choice did he have? Besides, he wanted to have this meeting somewhere where Evie wouldn't find him and Natalya wouldn't think to look. Seeing and watching Morgana throughout the night of the masquerade just three nights ago had instilled in him a desire to meet with her, so under the pretense of business, he had owled her after getting home, saying he wanted to discuss some things he'd heard about the way she was doing her job and conducting business and to meet him at ten in the morning on Monday.
Trevor had arrived fifteen minutes early, finding the pub nearly empty. Considering it was morning and a work day, he couldn't say he was completely surprised. After all, who in their right mind would want to get drunk on a work day? Besides, who wouldn't be at work by this time? Well, unless the person was working swing or night shift or something. Whatever. In any case, the pub was nearly empty and quiet, just how he wanted it to be. No one would be paying attention to them, and if someone seemed to be, he would simply use Muffiliato so that the person couldn't hear what was being said. There was nothing suspicious about their leader meeting with a woman who wasn't his wife in a pub in the morning, not really, especially with the position she held.
Considering the circumstances, he felt understandably nervous. Of course, he did not let it show. Far be it from him to let his emotions be worn on his sleeves. He was composed and looked completely confident and natural as though this was just a meeting between himself and an employee. There was no reason to act otherwise, really. He just had no clue what he was going to say or how she was going to react when she realized that this wasn't about business but instead about them. How much should he tell her about how things were between himself and Evie? Should he tell her about the baby? or should he leave out any and all mention of the words "wife" and "baby" or the name "Evie"? Merlin, decisions, decisions!
He heaved a sigh, glancing at his watch, seeming as though he might be getting impatient. He considered ordering himself a drink to take off the edge but decided against it. He had to have his wits about himself with Morgana around. After all, Trevor remembered well how things had been between the two of them before their relationship and had no reason to believe it wouldn't be the same as before now that the relationship was over. A battle of wills and of wits. She always liked to think she won, but he thought otherwise, of course. He thought it was cute and found it a slight bit enticing. He just hoped she would dress decently. After all, she knew how much he hated slutty clothing. His thoughts were interrupted as he heard the decidedly annoying bell on the door ring to alert anyone who could hear it that someone was about to enter, as though the warm breeze that blew in wasn't enough.